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OK, you’re the grandparent. You fill your grandkids with love and joy and, when their parents aren’t looking, hundreds of chocolate chip cookies. However, as a grandparent you have certain limits and boundaries (I guess).
I was standing in line at a fast food restaurant, and there was this older guy in front of me. I know, it’s kind of strange for me to say “older” because admittedly I’m older, but he seemed older-older (that’s not the technical term) — about 85.
I was having breakfast with my daughter Ann and my two granddaughters, Summer and Sienna.
Like most avid Antiques Roadshow viewers, I often look around my house trying to find some old hidden treasures.
My second granddaughter, 16-month-old Sienna, isn’t quite talking yet. Well, she does say a few words: momma, daddy, big, ball, and bawl (yes, I’m counting that as two words).
My father was a big believer in reincarnation. I think it was his way of denying death.
After listening to politicians for the past year, I realized something very important: I should stop listening to politicians.
I took my 4-year-old granddaughter, Summer, to the bookstore to find some paperbacks that I would read to her.
OK, there’s a lot of information about what you should do if your young child is a biter, but what do you do if it’s your 3-year-old granddaughter who bites?
There were several articles on the internet about the five smartest people in history, and I thought it would be fun to measure them up against the five smartest people in my family.
My yearly physical was coming up, and that, of course, meant the dreaded, horrible, humiliating weigh-in.
The day started off great. I was taking my 3-year-old granddaughter, Summer, for a walk around the neighborhood. We were having a contest—who could spot the most birds. OK, I may have cheated a little and counted one bird twice, but she’s 3 years old has to learn the ways of the world.
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