I had such a lovely afternoon with my granddaughter. We colored, we played a game, we sewed kitten hats for her friend's two cats (I'd like to be there when she tries to get them to wear them!) We watched part of one film, she got bored with it and we switched to an old standby of hers: Shek III, with the baby Shek triplets. She likes the scenes of the babies projectile vomiting even more now that she has her own little Shek at home. She's part Shek, finding the idea of babies annoying, and part Fiona, loving the little critters. The psychology she brings to her choice of movies is impeccable. In a couple of weeks we are going on our first trip together on a plane. It should be fun. We'll visit my granddaughter and daughter, and the two girls will have a lot of fun, I'm sure. They always do.
In the meantime, I chuckle every time I think of the kitty hats. I'm one baaaad grandma!
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