Invasion of the Little People and the Things They Say

They came.

They invaded.

They tossed things.

They scattered here and there and everywhere.

They, of various sizes and genders, ran amok!

They weren't Fisher Price, but they were little people.  

They were our grandkids!

They wanted coloring pages printed from the computer.  Oldest wanted a dragon.  Oldest girl wanted triceratops.  Middle girl wanted a Peppa Pig fairy.  Youngest one, not yet 2, and insistent on being included, short and fine-boned and very babydoll-like, stood beside me, and said words.

At the end of her words she sucked air with a little almost indiscerable sound.  I thought she's just having trouble saying all her words.  She did it again.  I thought she must be struggling with sinus drainage.  I looked at mom.  Mom wasn't paying attention.  Baby girl did it again.

"Peh-ah Pee, scha-orrrr." 

Mom finally tuned in.  "Oh, she wants Peppa Pig, 

"Well, why is she making that sound at the end?" I looked down at Ainsley who was being patient.

"Oh, that's her oink, she's snorting."

"Peh-ah Pee, scha-orrrr," she affirmed.

Later on I was 3 rooms away,  I heard this young thing, a girl that generally goes about her business playing, never bothering anyone, never being needy, just quietly engaging with toys.  She yelled out from the kitchen table where she was painting her coloring page.  Remember...3 rooms away...the 3 y.o. yelled, in young child girlie voice,

"GRAMMY PAM!  I HUNGRY!  MAKE ME SOME SUPPER!"

I was stunned; I stood stock still a moment.  That's Noelle???  

I  lost it!  I doubled over laughing!  

The oldest "she" knew how to use the blow dryer to dry a little wet spot on her clothing, I had shown her months ago.  She got her sleeve wet with the water bowl used to clean her brush while watercolor painting.  This required investigation by all 3 little girls.  They were in the bathroom, climbing on the footstool, turning on the water faucet, pulling out the cord, and watching the functions of the blow dryer.  Then came the giggles.  

The light switch kept getting turned off and on, off then on.  And they giggled and giggled.  They'd never experienced a hot switch where something plugged into an outlet is controlled by a switch at the door.  There were 3 switches - ceiling light, exhaust fan, and 2-in-1 wall lights with outlet.

On came the lights, on came the blow dryer.  Off went the lights, off when the blow dryer.  Giggles.

"Again, again!"  On with the lights, blow dryer whirs.  Off with the lights, blow dryer's silent.

Alayna squeals with giggles, "It's magic, GrammyPam, watch this!"  

Earlier in the evening I thought I heard, "I wanna play Desperation."

I scratched my head over that one, and kept handing out sippy cups.

Later, he came around the corner rolling a game board.  It's handmade from a formica cabinet top, and has shallow divots in the surface for sets of colored marbles.  

"Here it is.  Dalmatian game."

I looked at what he was doing.  I registered what he was saying.  And then it clicked.  Jayden wanted something a bit more mature, and challenging. 

"I'm gonna land my marble on yours and you have-ta go home!  It's makes you mad," and he chuckled with a little glee.  

"Ah- ha," I said, "you mean Aggravation!"

They are NOT aggravating.  They ARE a handful.  For a little bit they get to invade and run amok.

Decidedly, I love our house full of little people!