Granddaughter #4 (aka "the Little Rotten Baby") spent the day with us yesterday while her mom took her older sisters shopping. I had quite forgotten how busy a 3-year-old can be.
We swung. We swid on the swide. We rode the tricycle (after a dose of WD-40 to loosen up its 18-year-old wheels). We played musical instruments, sang songs, read books. We poured water on the sidewalk just because. We played doctor with a stethoscope and a fwashwight. We ate everything in sight, all day long (prompting The Husband to wonder if she has a tapeworm).
Her vocabulary is amazing. Should a 3-year-old use words like "ac-tu-al-ly" and "forehead?"
When her mom came to get her and asked us if she was good, we said, "She was an angel. We did everything she wanted." :)
No comments:
Post a Comment