Family · Life

The Happiest Place on Earth

No, silly. Not THAT one. I’m talking about Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

Grandma needs a little help right now getting Grandpa into bed. Tonight Paul went over to help and took his two intrepid assistants with him. When they got home, I got a rundown of the evening.

First, when they got there, Grandma had a bowl of blueberries out on the table waiting for them.



(Sorry, not the best picture in the world. It’s a screen capture from a video Paul sent me.)

Then they each had a big bowl of applesauce. Then they had popsicles. Then they asked for pretzels. The clip on the pretzel bag makes a sound like a cow when you open it, so they did that a few (hundred) times. Then they had Ritz crackers.

Paul’s dad asked if we feed them. Seriously, they went over there immediately after supper, during which they each ate man-sized portions of a beef potato hash. Paul also said his dad laughed so hard at the boys’ antics that he was actually crying at one point.

Then they put Grandpa to bed. Levi ran the remote for the lifter thingamabob, and no one was injured, which is good. Then they prayed for Grandpa (which apparently made Grandma tear up a little).

Then they asked if they could have ice cream sandwiches. Paul, reporting, said, “I couldn’t believe it, but she said yes.” I can’t believe he couldn’t believe it. It’s Grandma’s house.

Despite duplicate reports of tears, everybody had so much fun that Paul said just watching them was the most fun he’s had in a long time. I’m telling you, Disney has nothing on grandparents.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.