My days as grandmother-in-residence are nearly over. It's time to switch to regular "grandmothering." I'm pretty sure I will still be here lots. But not all the time. It's doubtful that I'll be spending the nights here often. (Even though I don't plan on taking my toothbrush home.) That's something I'll miss because sometime magic happens near bedtime. And for the past 9 months, I've gotten to see it.
Like last night when one word (the word is "squirrel") triggered this exchange between Big Sister and Baby Sister. As my mother used to say, "Her tickle box got turned over!" Bet it makes you laugh, too.
Okay, Mommy. It's your turn now. But I know where you can get a good babysitter at a minute's notice. And I'm pretty sure she'll come for free.