Wahhhhhhhhhhhh

The more I watch my grands, the more I recognize my inner child when I myself don’t want to do something:  sitting on the couch, red-eyed, eyelashes all starred together, an inch away from passing out, tears leaking down my face, crying for my stuffed animal – but really,  really, hoping and praying someone will just swoop me up, lay my head on their shoulder and go put me in my crib where I can be all by myself to drift off to sleep. 

Yup.  That would be me. 

These kiddos are pretty dang smart.