My daughter says I write too many stories about my grandsons. I say it's a miracle I write about anything else, I'm so crazy-in-love with them.
This week when they came to visit, Grayson, the two-year-old, arrived in his full Spiderman regalia, including, but not limited to, a red nylon hat with an eye shaped mask attached. Soon Brody and I began to feel our wardrobe choices for the day were lacking, so we decided to remedy that by taking a trip to the costume treasure chest.
Brody, in a regal mood, was busy digging through rainbows of feather boas, looking for a crown. Meanwhile, I chose the monarch butterfly wings. He picked up my twinkly Glinda (the good witch) wand, evaluating whether or not it met his royal criteria.
He looked up for a moment, saw me flapping around the room and said,
“You're beautiful.”
Too many grandson stories? I think not!
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2 comments:
Let the stories continue, you can not have too many things to smile about!
Never, ever. It's all about the grands! This picture is so stinkin' cute. Move over Spiderman.
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