The Grandsons, ages 10 and 4, spent Sunday afternoon with us. It was a beautiful day for puttering around in the yard, but I was nursing a swollen knee, having done a little too much digging on Friday, and opted to stay inside and work on a quilt. The 4-year-old couldn't decide between staying inside to play with his trains and playing outside in the dirt. I'd hear the back door slam, and by the time I'd get to the door to see where he'd gone, he'd be out of sight. I'd go outside to look for him, calling his name, walking all the way the house...just in time to see the front door close. By the time I'd hobble to the door, he'd be playing with his trains again, as if he'd never gone anywhere.
Finally, Poppy (The Husband's other name) said, "Let's go see Nanny and Pop-Pop."
An hour later, they came back, with more young'uns - a niece and two nephews - in tow. One of The Nephews was carrying a brand-new box of sidewalk chalk. "We want to make art on your driveway," The Niece said.
What driveway couldn't use a touch of art?
They went to work. They outlined my grandsons, making the driveway look more like a crime scene than an art gallery. They drew cartoon characters, wrote names, made a hop-scotch board. They even colored one of the grandsons....
...but he paid them back....
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