Okay, so we were gone for over a month and I needed a grandkid fix. We pulled our overloaded pickup camper into the yard and started smooching and hugging and answering questions and giggling with the grandkids. We didn’t even notice the runny noses and bleary eyes. They were cute…adorable…our grandkids!
One had started second grade and had a man teacher. Another was just beginning kindergarten and had suddenly become a little man. Princess was looking even prettier than ever and noticed I had a new watch right away and little one…well, she was ruling the roost with a growl, a pinch and an overly cute, irresistible smile. Oh, and they had caught a HUGE SPIDER and it was in the bug cage…A tarantula they said! We don’t have tarantulas scurrying wild in South Dakota, but, by golly, this one was pretty close…oooyew…yuck.
They were thrilled to see the dogs and the dogs were thrilled to see them and with all the excitement of our arrival the neighborhood was loud, boisterous, and shaken…just the way I like it. The dogs bailed out of the camper…the kids bailed into the camper…and life was life at its best. We spent several days doing the smooching, hugging, answering questions things before we pulled ourselves away and headed back home to cope with unloading our mini-home on wheels. As we turned the corner and left the little ones behind my husband looked at me…I looked at him…and in unison we said, “We’re gonna get sick, you know.” Yup, I know. I did. Miserable.
Day three post-grandchildren: Sore throat. Day four post-grandchildren: Cough. Day five post-grandchildren: Full-blown green goop, bleary eyes, hacking misery…and it was worth it…all from a booger and a camper full of kids.
