Lilly's Shrimp & Easter Chicks

Lilly's Shrimp & Easter Chicks

It was just after CHRISTMAS, a pleasant relaxing Sunday afternoon.  The grandkids were playing and entertaining themselves nicely.  Their mom was crossed legged on the couch crocheting something blue and gray, very attractive.  The men were jawing about their favorite vehicle on the Marketplace ad that was pulled up on the computer screen.

Here came 6 y,o, Miss Lilly.  Walking carefully like a waitress with a charger, she was holding out a small box -- light blue and about 4 inches square. 

In it were 3 same-alike toys, and some rubbery insects.  She went around offering us each some food from her tray.  Acting like a polite waitress taking your order, she held it forth and asked, "Cockroach or shrimp?"

Oh, really???

It's almost EASTER time, we just enjoyed Valentines.

And the grandkids, not me, magnetized their drawings onto my refrigerator.

There's something surprising to me about grandkids.  First, let me say they've been taught by their parents how to behave.  And I've made my home kid friendly such as, there are enough staplers and scotch tape dispenser to go around.  The toys set low.  And my pretties and heirlooms sit high.  But I never gave it a thought that grandkids would act like my home is their home.  And they would feel so free and comfortable to help themselves to anything that might appeal to them. 

I love that.  I love that feeling.  

But I digress.  Back to the fridge face and chickies.

Jaden and Alayna were here, Noelle and Ainsley were playing about and around.  Jacob was pushing little yellow construction dozers and backhoes.  And Miss Lilly was teaching all that were interested in how to make little chicks out of white paper.

She had been taught in pre-school and then she taught Jayden and Alayna.  

Now, my fridge face is magnetized with hearts that are humanized.  The hearts have eyes and legs and hair, oh my!

The little round chickies have snipped black edges, and yellow beaks.  The best one disappeared, they were bright yellow with brown spindly kegs.  Afterwards,  I couldn't find them anywhere.  I suspect mothers were involved.

Looking at the refrigerator, it's covered in love.  The frog magnets are moved, so the proud drawings can get mounted, "Up top, GrammyPam!" 

It's gonna be, no, it IS a happy Easter.  

Isn't it grand they feel so "free to be".

I love that.