There are a lot of things I’m trying to get used to, staying in the same house with my three grandchildren. Living alone as a grandma is quite a bit different than being in the same home with your grandkids (as you can well imagine, I’m sure). After many years of living by myself, it’s a bit of an adjustment. Even though I know I’ve forgotten a lot of the antics of my own children, I can at least remember that they were very similar to my grandkids, and this fact frequently makes me chuckle.
The last few days, my five-year-old grandson has taken to carrying a toy machine gun around the house and when he sees anyone, he points the weapon and says (loudly), “Stop right there!” It’s one thing to be fully awake when you hear this so you can react appropriately (hands in the air and a suitable facial expression), but I heard it the other day just after I woke up and was making my way down the hall to the bathroom. It took me a little by surprise (as I think the sun wasn’t even up yet) but I must say I appreciate his dedication to protecting the “castle” and the “princess” who lives here (his older sister).