As life goes on, usually grandmas train grandpas and on occasion, they require additional training and procedural clarification. This occurs generations and years afterward, when set in his ways, the re-training is taught by his granddaughter.
Granddaughters being a special breed are eager, vivacious
and bossy, ‘bossy’ being the operative word. In less than the 24 hours spent in
Burbank California, I as the grandpa in question have built a fort of pillows
and blankets, converting it into a tent using the same exact materials, played
nasty monster man who chases the sweet little girl, smuggled two donuts to her
under cover of a book and constructed a house made of magnets on the floor of
her living room where I fell asleep from exhaustion while sitting on the floor.
As my little sweetheart left me there and ran to tell everyone in the house of
my comatose state, waking to find him or her all laughing at me.
All ideas generated out of a tiny 4 and ½ year old that has
big plans but a poorly equipped slave crew to execute it all. All and any request
to break the rules filter through me and she knows somehow she will not be
disappointed. Requests for lollypops, (orange) cookies, candy, are sent to her
despicable agent, grandpa, who procures other things she doesn’t need as well.
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