This weekend I have my foster granddaughter, and it's her first overnight with me. I'm a bit nervous, but it should be fine. I've got a dozen ideas about where to go and what to do, and hopefully she'll be attracted to some of them. She's very opinionated, and her will is about ten times stronger than mine, because, I admit it, I think everything she says and does is adorable. Okay, I'm a sucker, but that is what grandparents are supposed to be.
My daughter sent a video of my 2 year old granddaughter singing, and her older friend dancing through the frame. She's also talking on the toy telephone, and explaining she's on the phone so can't finish the song. I wonder where she heard about being on the phone and so not being able to attend to another activity? Humm. What they pick up from us!
Yesterday, a friend brought her grandson over to see our dogs, and I had gotten him a magic kit, and he regaled us with tricks, while we clapped enthusiastically. I am developing this network of grandmothers so we can support each other in the admiration of our grandchildren. We think they are all supersmart, cute as buttons, and outgoing. Why wouldn't they be? We're the paparazzi of the small set. Everyone needs their fans.
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