It's tough, being a grandparent.
You have to go to the park
and climb on the slide
and slide down the slide.
There was lots of wandering around
and crawling under
while wondering where her minions might be hiding.
There was looking for Grandpa through the bars,
and following the parade behind her.
and then go to music class where she becomes the queen bee.
And then, after singing and dancing and making music with every kind of percussion instrument ever invented,
There were dinosaurs to sit upon
and cars to drive
before it was time to go home.
As I warned you yesterday, there's not a lot of pithy thought this week.