Four Grandkids Trying Keys, Blue Girl Bent Down Sorting Keys
JAYDEN ANIMALS
On the way to church, I had Jayden and Noelle in the backseat riding with me. Jayden is only 10 but he always engages adults in talk. I would suppose it's because he's the oldest and has always been treated older than he is. New parents do that, we all know.
Anyway, from the backseat as we're driving up State Road 37, he brings up a big subject. He states, "Animals are dangerous to us."
He says it very fast speaking, all knowing, and extremely confident.
So, I give him something to think about, "We're dangerous to animals because we eat them."
Okay, he's down with that, he says, "My favorite is pig."
He doesn't say pork loins or bacon, he says pig which makes me smile. I'm silently thinking, "Yah, and your dad looks at cows walking by and thinks "STEAK!" His dad told me that years and years ago.
Sitting next to Jayden, his younger sister, Noelle, can't be left out, she chimes in, adding her 2 cents worth, "Yah, and I love elephant ears!"
GRANDKIDS KEYS
The grandkids discovered my garage sale I had set up, and they wanted things. Since it was getting closer to the time their parents should arrive, we struck a deal. They would clean up a room or a particular mess, or outside picnic table and toys, and I would give them 25 cents or 50 cents according to the job. They earned dollars. One earned $2.
They were then welcome to purchase things from my sale. It worked out pretty well until, especially the little ones, they made a mess in the garage. Tumbled down linens, toys chosen and discarded, and items displaced, so I locked the door. They were done anyway, having already spent their money, LOL.
Right before the parents decided "It's time to go" they asked if they could have a sucker. Sure. Why not. And I should say here, that I keep them in the freezer and they know EXACTLY where they're at - - in the garage in the freezer.
"But, GrammyPam, the door is locked."
"Go find the key and unlock it."
That became a mystery, a puzzle, a challenge. They began using my stash of keys to see if they could unlock it. They tried keys to the back door, plastic toy keys, keys to a child's dollhouse, keys to the skid steer, and the key to the barn. But they never did see the keys hanging on the pantry door.
After letting them try this key and that, and after much discussion and cooperation on their parts, I intervened. You have to intervene before frustration gets too high or it escalates.
I walked in there, reached up, and jangled them down. They all stood there gobsmacked with their little mouths open, and utterances of surprise.
The adults just sat back watching and laughing. Once the door was unlocked, It was an onslaught down those steps to open that white chest to the sweet prizes!
Those kids are something else! They sure love suckers!
Hee, hee, hee, and so do I!
