I had the nicest weekend. My 3 granddaughters (ages 4 - 13), who moved 400+ miles away earlier this year, made a surprise visit. They spent Friday night and all day Saturday with us. Their boy cousin (age 11) came over on Saturday morning. We went to a harvest festival, rode horses, went to a movie. The girls moved to the other grandparents' house Saturday evening, and headed home Monday. The boy stayed on with us until Sunday evening.
The baby girl's feet were the first to hit the floor Saturday morning. She found me in my office, drinking my first cup of coffee and reading my email, and she climbed up in my lap. We snuggled and talked for a few minutes. When I asked her if she was hungry, she nodded sleepily, but when I said I would go start breakfast, she perked up and asked, "Can I help?" My plan was to let her cut out the biscuits, but when I reached into the mixing bowl and started "scratching" the dough, she said, "I want to do THAT!" So I let her. She did a fine job.
All of my grandchildren are the most creative children in the world. ;) They like spending time at my house because I have paint and brushes and fabric and beads and ribbon and yarn and clay. By now, they've learned how to properly wash a paintbrush, and they've learned to ask, "Can I use these scissors to cut paper?" See? I told you they are brilliant. ;)
