My grandson comes over to play with me on Saturday mornings sometimes. We check out my basement with its many "toys." There is the exercise equipment, the old computer, the old picnic basket of my mom's old grandma toys, and the ball table. He also rides my silver truck down there. We almost always start in the basement. Then upstairs there are trucks, the keyboard, paints, and trains. There is bubbles, and watering the flowers outside. Then we make lunch which is often pancakes and chicken nuggets.
It used to be that my grandson would push on to do other things. He liked to walk around my block with the wagon. He would play with the little kitchen. He liked to bake cookies. But, these days, he is ready to go after lunch. He has things to do at home.
It makes me both a little sad and a little happy that my grandson doesn't want to spend so much time with me. An old grandma is not a proper playmate. I am glad that he has some of those these days. I am glad that he is still willing to spend a little time with me. I am upping my grandma game though. It makes me think harder about getting a dog or maybe a hamster.
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