I went over to my son's house last week. I played with the grandchildren. The granddaughter is talking more. When she doesn't know the words she babbles which is so cute. Her eating habits have slightly improved. She doesn't fling her plate when she is finished eating as much. She just spits her food out.
Grandson is always confused when I show up at the house at a different time. He treated me a little bit like I was a stranger. But, he sat on my lap at times. I was a familiar stranger. But, he knew me at bedtime. He wanted me to come in and listen to his daddy read stories. After stories Dad says repeat after me, "I--Love--You." But, grandson said, "I love pickles" to his dad. But, after the light was turned off he wanted me to come in. He told me, "I love you." I will always remember that. I love you too little guy.
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