What a bargain grandchildren are!
I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars’ worth of pleasure.
The photo of Josh in his Christmas outfit is a “before” picture. By the time he made it on stage to sing in the holiday program with his kindergarden class last night, his shirt tail was out and hanging below his red vest. Grandma (me) thought it was funny. It is odd how years make a difference in a person’s view—had he been my child in my youth, the shirt tail out would have been a serious matter to me. The program was charming and I’m thankful for digital cameras since these moments go by so fast.
Owain grinned through his haircut at the mall the other day—he’s not quite two. He’ll go home to Wales soon and I’ll miss him dreadfully. Like his grandma, he loves trains, and we have memorized The Polar Express in the past few weeks.