In the eight days we have had snow (three times), rain and gale force winds, and 60 degrees and sunny. And I'm not complaining. I love variety and the weather report predicts rain for the next ten days.
We made it to the park a couple of times and on the 60 degree day, Baby got to go. (Baby is my grandbaby, just to clarify. Kyri named her Kyri but usually she goes by Baby to avoid confusion.) I'm told she loves stroller rides so we strapped her in and all set out.
When we arrived at the playground Kyri parked her by me and set out to play.
Ben: "I'm going to take Baby on the slide."
Me: "You'll need to check with her mother about that."
Ben: "Kyri, I'm taking Baby down the slide."
Me: "You need to ask her, not tell her."
Ben: "Oh, okay. Can Baby go down the slide?"
Kyri: "No, too scary."
Me: "Would it be ok if she was on Uncle Ben's lap?"
Kyri: "No, too scary."
Me: "Is she still too little?"
Kyri: "Uh-huh."
Fortunately Ben defers to Kyri where Baby is concerned. I'm rather impressed with her judgment.
2 comments:
I'm impressed with her judgment, too, as well as the fact that Uncle Ben respects the little mother's wishes...
the great grammy
How precious! I can't wait until my kids start having conversations with each other. Right now they are all still in bed and speaking gibberish to each other. (Although occasionally I do hear a "No, no, no!"). Maybe I should investigate!
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