The other morning my children disappeared while I was doing the breakfast dishes. They weren't begging me for an after-breakfast snack, they weren't whining to watch somethng on T.V., they weren't pulling the ornaments off the Christmas tree. Where could they be?
Ah ha! They were upstairs with my Grandmother, reading stories. Yes, I got totally misty-eyed. I wish my grandmother could stay with us all the time, but a week-long visit was wonderful, and my kiddos adored spending time with her!
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