Our grandchildren love for us to carry them to bed after story time. Such was the case on this particular visit.
T2, our second granddaughter, wanted me to carry her this time, instead of Grandpa.
She says, “Grandma, carry me.”
Pleased to have the honor, I approach with arms out.
“Grandma, carry me,” she repeats. “Carry me like a princess.”
Princess? Really? Princess? Anyone who has read my posts, especially Wedded Bliss, can ascertain – I don’t do princess.
I gently leaned down and tenderly said, “Grandma doesn’t do princess.”
Well, she stood very tall, placed her hands on her hips, cocked her tiny head to the side, peered at me through her brow and in a pleasant, encouraging voice not matching her stern posture said, “Grandma, you can try.”
Princess it is.
Happy Birthday GrandThing2