There were 12 of us -- 2 grandparents, 4 parents, and 6 children.
Lunch was over. We paid bills, rounded up to-go boxes, slid baggage onto arms, and divvied up grandkids.
Darling Hubby and I had brought Jayden and Alayna to church, then brought Alayna and Lilly to the meal. Now, where are the parents headed? And who would be allowed to ride home in our truck?
"When the dust settled" Jacob 3, and Miss Lilly 6 ran out the door ahead of me 'cause it was decided that they were gonna ride with us. I was busy keeping up, watching to see how fast they'd run, would they make it to the end of the sidewalk before me, and could I keep them from getting into traffic.
Also, kept my eye on the activity behind me 'cause ever persistent toddlers will maneuver out of parents reach to achieve their own goal - "go with GrammyPam!"
It was a juggling game of keeping kids safe.
My final look of what was behind me was picturesque. I wish I'd been "camera ready".
It was a revolving door coming out of the restaurant. 5 people were in one section. Mom was holding 1 y,o. Ainsley on her hip and had her other hand on the upper part of the glass maintaining control. Lined up below her, pushing with all their might were 3 little faces, 1, 2, 3, all in a row, Jayden, Alayna and Noelle.
Their faces were distraught. They were not happy.
Faintly, from the back of beyond; from the unsettled west, I could hear cries of distress.
"Grammy...! GrammyPam! GRAMMYPAM!"
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