"WE DIDN'T DO A THING!" NOT!

 "We didn't do a thing!"  NOT!

No one ever asked, "What did you do today?"  

But I'll tell YOU.   "Seriously," it was "awesomesauce".

There was Totoro coloring pages, for one.  I'm so old I used to color Raggedy Ann and Barbie doll pictures, you dig?  It was hip!  

My boys colored Power Rangers and Pokemon, they were phat and bad!  Cool beans!

Then the grandkids came along and it was "Print Baby Shark!"  No more coloring books, use the computer to select an image, then print.  They learned fast.  It was slay and it was extra, chuckle.

I'd just gotten used to Bluey and Paw Patrol when the oldest asked for Totoro!  "Totoro?  What's a Totoro?"

Whatever it is, it's not savage but it still might be cool.  So, I went internet searching.

"Totoro is a massive cuddley creature befriended by two sisters that moved into a new house."

So, GrammyPam prints off coloring pages of Totoro.

This was after we'd been to church for some prepping for upcoming pitch-in dinner day where the grandkids played legos, the organ, and pretend library.  

Once home we ALL played army with little green men.  

Miss Lilly's commentary on Jacob's battle plan, "His way is usually "He has to win".  If he loses, he cries.  I tried it."

I laughed at the "I tried it."  LOL.

Lunch time rolled around, they didn't like my food choices.  

Jacob was firm, "You know what you do for me... You feed me spaghetti.  I'm a spaghetti boy!  You feed me spaghetti everyday!"

Well, you can blame Papaw John, he started it.  But I laughed at Jacob's tone of voice and choice of words,  LOL.

Later, snack time, Jacob says "I want a sausage." 

I suggested 1, 2, 3, 4, different items instead; I was thinking they probably needed a fruit.  

He's quick.  Not gonna pull the wool over his eyes, "Did we forget our sausage?"

At Dollar General on the way home from church I bought a wooden skeleton that had movable arms.  It inspired Lilly to get the broom out,  "Fly, broom!  I'm a witch."  And I look over the pony wall.

"I'm sorry, GrammyPam, I can't fly.  I forgot how to fly."

I laughed at the "I forgot" as if she used to know.  LOL.

The day was filled with trying to trap kitty.  Swinging.  Pulling out the garden hose which "rained" on each other.  They tried to catch a butterfly, actually, she caught several.  We put sticks in a bucket, and mid-afternoon they watched cartoons.  Then it was back to the garden hose and turning the dirt mound overcome with weeds into a dirt mound again, like it was supposed to be. 

I dug.  He yanked.  I chopped at the roots.  Jacob heaved weeds with dirt ball into the trash tote.

"GrammyPam, I'm sta-wrong!"

"Yes, you are.  Quite the helper."

I'm gassing up Labor Day.  Totally worth while, totally!