And So It Goes

HoneyBunny was having none of it.  No diaper change.  No putting on pants. She wanted the phone and she wanted it right now.

My phone announced a video call from Big Cuter.  I answered it with my usual smiling, loving, delighted to see you greeting.  She responded with a wail.  GRANDPA??? GRANDPA????

All the grown ups laughed as TBG took the phone and the crying stopped.  He held the device, watching as she walked around the house, arranged blocks in her play pen, snacked on organic cheese puffs which were certainly not meant to be put two at a time in her mouth, and introduced him to her baby dolls.

I watched from the sidelines. TBG tried to share the viewing screen, but that was unacceptable to the almost 2 year old autocrat.  She wanted Grandpa and only Grandpa.

My son felt my pain.  He tried to include me in the conversation, in the show and tell, in the peek a boo.  Her stern little face put paid to that.

Her dinner was ready.  She had to end the call.  Big Cuter suggested that she say goodbye to Grandma.  TBG put my face on the screen.  I'm surprised that the alarm company did not respond to her screech.

We laughed.  TBG reclaimed the phone and explained that it was time to say goodbye.  Her face was a study in sadness contained.  Her lower lip quivered.  Tears stood in her eyes.  She nodded acceptance, drew her shoulders up to her ears and released them as their eyes met.

I love you, Grandpa.

A four word sentence that filled our hearts.  I can live with that.