Chinwag

My Wednesdays are reserved for our granddaughter. They always include a good chinwag, beginning with her sitting, hands folded in her lap, looking at me intently asking, “So, how was your day?”

When she began to master the stairs, me crawling in tow for protection, I began the “chats.” I just had to sit a bit! I always asked how her day was with my hands in my lap. She got the gist of it as I coaxed her to answer that she played, she had breakfast (always oatmeal) and took a nap. Now she rattles off playmates, games, airplanes she’s seen. It’s very endearing. And always, it includes “oatmeal,” whether she’s had it or not!

Today we’re off-duty here as her mother is mastering the art of potty training. I will miss our little ‘wags. My daughter has assured me though, that things are going smoothly, and when they need a little outing, we’re on the route! Until then, I’ll just have to converse with my spouse. Not as endearing, but useful. ❤️