More shopping for the party today, and then a matinee with my foster granddaughter, and dinner out. This will mean grilled cheese, cheese quesadilla or cheese and bean and rice burrito. I personally know of no other entrees she willingly eats. Oh, wait, there is chicken noodle soup, but we can't order it out because it has to be like in the soup can. Her beverage of choice is lemonade with apple juice a possible alternative, and when she wants to go wild, chocolate milk. Dessert? Ice cream, of course, only it must be vanilla. Last week she had vanilla gelato with caramel and ate the whole thing, so her tastes are broadening considerably.
She is a neat eater, and never spills, and is a great conversationalist, but if the talk does drag, we color. I find it very therapeutic. I notice my pressure on myself to color inside the lines and make the trees green and apples red. But I let myself be swayed by my granddaughter, who feels unconstrained by conventions, and produces much more imaginative and lovely art works.
In short (not a pun), she is sheer delight to be with, and amuses me endlessly. I hope I prove interesting enough for her, and must sparkle a bit (sorry, Jane Austen) tonight.
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