Part of our recent trip included a few days to visit my Grandma in Pittsburgh. We only really got to spend about a day there, and I’m looking forward to another trip back to see her!
But she really does crack me up. She knows kids and she’s honest about them. She has 12 grandkids, and 5.5 great-grandkids. She’s worked as a Foster Grandparent for over 20 years. Kids don’t pull one over on her, not even mine.
We arrived at her house, and went out into her backyard to see her garden. Her backyard has a slight hill, and my two-year-old decided to go jumping down it. And as he was jumping down it, he started saying, “We jump, jump, jump down da hill and den we STOMP on da fwowers at da bottom!” And then he did it.
“No, Jake! We don’t stomp on great-grandma’s flowers! You tell her you’re sorry for stomping on her flowers.”
Sulking (actually, half-sulking and half-smiling, the little booger), with his head down, “I sorry great-grandma for stompin’ on your fwowers.”
She looks down at him and, laughingly, says, “No you’re not! Your just gonna turn around and do it right again, anyway.” Does she know kids, or what?
Actually, he didn’t do it again. But that’s only because we took him right into the house. 
Who is the point five?
Toni Lyn’s having a baby.