Today, our little granddaughter, Ladybug, is with us again, so I will be quick.
My view of grandmother-hood:
Grandkids make up for all the bad stuff in life.
Also, if you want to feel slightly senile, hang out with a two-year-old girl who talks with a sweet little lisp.
Ladybug: (swooping into the kitchen in one of her boy cousins’ Superman capes) I’m Bug Boy!
Danni aka Nana: (thinking, Eh? Never heard of him.) Oh, yeah? Bug Boy? That’s super cool.
Ladybug: (not quite able to roll her eyes yet–but working on it–speaks loudly as if to a hard-of-hearing old lady) No! Bug Boy!
Nana: Bug Boy. That’s what I said.
Ladybug: (very frustrated with the density of old brains) NO! I’M. A. BUG. BOY!
Nana: Er…(the light is very slowly coming on) Oh! A big boy! (like her cousins)
Ladybug looks at me like, Good grief. Finally…
Then she comes into the kitchen in the get-up above.
Nana: (laughing) You look so funny! Like a duck.
Ladybug: (sweet smile snapping to a scowl) Not a duck…I’m a mermaid!
(Hello, Nana? You are really slipping to miss the clues there.)
Anyway, until next time–if I haven’t fully succumbed to early senility–God bless all y’all and enjoy the Oak Ridge Boys singing Thank God For Kids.[youtube.com/watch?v=474Q4oRJPUI]
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