Grandson Day

My son-in-law was gone on a long assignment and my daughter was getting frazzled.  Grandpa and I decided to take our sweet, smart, most advanced, and most beautiful, not to mention plump, Grandson to the store with us.  A caveat here, my Grand-Babies, all of them are equally the sweetest, smartest, most advanced and talented, not to mention the cutest children on the planet.  Just had to get that out there in case any of my other children read this. But back to the story.  Having had children of my own, I knew we had to leave prepared.  I shoved several small suckers in my purse. His Mom got the sippy cup ready and added mini cookies to my stash.

We headed out to the grocery store.  We gave him a drink before we got him out of the car.  He was doing fine.  We took him into the store.  My husband wiped down the bars at the front of the cart.  We never had that when our kids were young, and they survived.  But I was glad they were handy for my Grandson,  He looked around at all the colors and people and lights.  When we hit the bakery I asked for a cookie.  It's not my first time at the rodeo.  I knew that if you asked you could get a cookie for a child.  The cookie was a little crumbly, so as it broke apart I put my hand under it to catch the pieces.  When I started feeding them to him my husband freaked a little, if truth be told, and said you didn't pick those up from the floor!  Of course not!  I wouldn't feed my Grandson something off a dirty supermarket floor.  What kind of a Grandma does he think I am?  When we passed the balls he thought they were neat, but it was Grandma who had to have one for him!  We gave him his purple ball--his choice, and he only had a little trouble when we had to take it from him to pay for it.  But otherwise he was delightful all through the store.

The next stop was the hardware store.  Another drink.  Another wipe down of the cart.  He loved the lights, and ceiling  fans.  When we were looking for  closet rods, my grandson started singing 'horsey-horsey', so I joined in.  There were not many people in the closet rod isle at the time.  So I sang 'horsey-horsey on your way, we've been together for many a day. . .'  It's our song, my grandson's and mine.  He just looked up into my face and smiled.  Grand-Babies are the best!!!  When I'd finished he started it again.  So I sang it again.  Soon my husband was finished with the closet rod stuff and we were rolling through the store.  With my grandson looking into my face and restarting the song, what was I to do?  I just sang it and sang it, all through the store.  Songs and grandsons are better that treats.  At least for Grandmas!