Granddaughter

 

This person, my Granddaughter, came to visit with Doff and me for the last week or so. She brought her Brother and Mother with her for the visit. Dada, due to work obligations, joined us for the last couple days of their visit.   She's a pistol.    She's very busy and does not suffer fools gladly. She wears her heart on her sleeve and is given to moments of wailing, bent-over, despair if for instance, she can't have another banana hot on the heels of the one she just devoured. Those moments pass quickly though and then she's back to her sunny, adventurous, affectionate self.   She loves her pack desperately. She loves nothing better than to crawl up into a lap and snuggle. Let me tell you brother, her snuggles are to die for. When she sees one of her pack enter a room, she turns on that million watt smile of hers and you are simply done for. She is amazed by her big brother and always wants to join in with what he's doing. Unfortunately, her "joining in" can often seem to her brother like Godzilla trampling a carefully constructed toy train track underfoot..    Her Brother is, despite his protests that she not wreck whatever he just built, smitten with her. He calls her my sister. He also discusses with me all the things he can do but "my sister" cannot because "she is too little."    It's simply amazing to watch them become people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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