Blame Me

Seriously, I can stand to be held accountable. And if you are a current grandmother, you will understand. If not, “imagine.” And really – imagination is the best thing of all!

Last night, my granddaughter muted my husband’s call. I do not think of this of “Divine Intervention,” tempting as that is. It is the button that is calling to her. And why was that so? Because we were chatting and she was responding and communication was happening on two levels, though one was electronic of sorts. She liked that button. Really – those engineers need to look at this level of intelligence in their findings.

There is no way I am swift enough to follow her little digits. She is keeping me on my toes – Whew! A blessing, for sure.

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