We have Grandma Brown staying with us this week. Truth be known, I love the old bird. She can't hear a friggin thing, she's blind in one eye and can't see out of the other, but she's full of spunk and I like that about her most of all.
The boys love her too, although dg5 complained once that she had bad breath. wg3 especially hangs near her. When we eat he sits beside her, when we watch t.v. he sits beside her, when we read scriptures he sits beside her. If wg3 had his way he'd be in her lap.
It amazes me, there is a 90 year gap between them and yet they're fast friends. Last night wg3 got up and went into her room and wanted to sleep in her bed. "I had a bad dream," he said. But gently she explained that she had to sleep in her bed and so he had to sleep in his. Obediently he left her room and promptly walked to ours and curled up on the floor. What a kid.
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