I have had the grandkids (and our daughter) with us for almost two weeks. I have come to the conclusion that two and three year-olds fight, scrap, say “NO” and pout almost as well as our politicians; so Grandma is taking a break.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
“Grandma, whatcha doing?”
“It’s when you sit quietly and don’t make any noise.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because Grandma’s head is about to explode.”
“Would that make a mess?”
“No, there really isn’t much in Grandma’s head anymore.”
“Where did the stuff in your head go?”
“My kids stole it from me.”
“Didn’t you teach them not to steal? My mommy says not to take something if it doesn’t belong to you.”
“Honey, its no one’s fault. They don’t know they are stealing it from you and you don’t know that you have lost it until they are all grown.”
“Grandma, am I stealing your head?”
“No baby. You are stealing my heart one day at a time.”
“Do you want it back?”
“No you keep it and when you go back home and Grandma is here you will have a piece of me that you know always loves you.”
“Like Sophia?” (her dog)
“Yep, like Sophia.”
“Sofia poops in the backyard.”
And so it goes………..