They’re back!
The return caused a flurry of repeated menu requests along with some new ones (veggie sushi).
Remember my broken/bruised ribs? Well, just as they’re almost 100% healed, I broke my toe. AGAIN. Different toe, same foot. It was absolutely and totally my fault because I run around with no shoes and was jumping from one step to another out in the garden and I missed…You’d think I’d learn by now; apparently NOT.
Within the first fifteen minutes, this is what happened when they walked through the door:
Played the piano for a minute…
Rearranged all of my neatly placed furnishings in the dollhouse.
Ran up the steps to the kitchen to open the cookie jar. “Grandma, yay, it’s full of cookies like always!”
“Come on, Char, let’s go up to our room!” (He knows that’s where I stash all the presents I accumulate.)
Then it’s backyard time along with, “I’m hungry, Grandma, did you make ice cream? Can we have cones?” (Yes and yes.)
“Char, look! This is where all the rats were! But they’re all gone, right?”
Time for more food.
Time for more food.
“Can we go to the park now?”
And…more food.
Where’s mom and dad? Surfing, of course!
Broken toe or not, that cookie jar will always be full. (As is my heart.)
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud 