Play Day with Grammy!

Today I took my four-year-old grandson Miles and his little friend Olivia (Livie, for short) for some play time. At one point, Miles ran ahead of Olivia during a running game. She had wanted to be the leader. She sat down on the curb mad and disappointed. Before I could break in and help smooth the waters, Miles ran over, laid a hand on Olivia's shoulder, and said in the sweetest voice, "I'm sorry, Livie."

"How sweet and kind of you," I said. "That was very nice."

Miles looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes you just have to work it out."

(Indeed, Miles. Thanks for the reminder.)

Later he put on his socks (after having taken them off because he was too hot). I noticed they were inside-out. I mentioned this. He looked at the seams showing and said, "It's okay, Grammy. My dad always puts them on me this way."

Bein' a grandma is the greatest!