I believe that the Lord makes Grandparents nerves out of steel. He gives us our children first and then our grandchildren to spoil but somehow gives us the grace and patience we never had with our own children.
We drove Emily safely back to her mom and dad and we weren't an hour down the road and she announced from the backseat "Emily Kelly is now bored". Nick and I looked at each other and said, it's gonna be a long trip! We only wished we had started counting how many times she asked "when we would be there, how much longer it was gonna be, how many hours till we arrive..... We had to remember what we said the last report because she is sharp as a tack and she remembered if we told her wrong.
I think though that the highlight of the trip was when she took the straw out of her drink and wadded up pieces of paper towel from the back seat and shot them at us. There was a time when she asked if she could try it with water from her glass and I promptly put that idea to rest with an instant NO. When she was safely delivered and we were back in the car and on the road, we looked down at the floorboards and there had to have been 60 spitwads on the console and floor. We chuckled. It kept her occupied for about 40 minutes, didn't hurt a thing and I think at some point during the sharp shooting I dozed so she no doubt hit me a few times and I never knew it.
She is a trip to say the least.
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