Hanging around our grandchildren can be fun and entertaining. Sometimes exhausting. But almost always enlightening. Like this morning, for example. It was time to get the youngest one dressed and ready for church. Her two and a half year old big brother was playing with her in the hallway. She’s lying on the floor since she can’t walk yet. She can crawl, but probably not fast enough. Big brother was trying to sit on her, which seems to be a hobby of his.
Sometimes she thinks it’s funny, sometimes she doesn’t. Papa reached down and picked her up with both his large hands wrapped around her middle, which would have made one easy swoop. However, grandson had a different idea. As he was being dumped off her tiny body, he reached up and was grabbing her with all his might. And the little man who usually doesn’t speak in whole sentences yet, said in a very definite tone, “Let go, it’s mine!”
~ Gwen of IRISH ACRES