I love my grandsons……their unruly hair, untied shoes, and banshee cries as they jump off the bed or the couch or any other piece of furniture 2 feet or more off the ground.
But only with my granddaughter can I experience
The boys have these kinda transformers
G-daughter and I have these kinda transformers
Make-up
Shoes
Bling
They transform us into girlicious!
Oh, don’t worry, g-ma wants g-daughter to grow up smart and strong and independent too. Tonight we did some sand sculptures.
We talked about patterns in color….yellow, blue, red, yellow, blue, red, etc. Pre-algebra skills!
But then we braided hair
And painted toenails!
And before she went to sleep, she whispered in my ear…..”I love you, grandma.”
For once I am speechless.
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