Grandgirlie’s parents and baby sis are in Hawaii. For some reason or another, I have been called upon to utter that crazy phrase………..”please don’t lick…., thank you”.
We went to lunch on Saturday. After her lunch she was happy and put her head down on my leg. I looked down, then yep, I said it, “Please don’t lick my jeans, thank you”.
Today, while blowing bubbles, I amazed even myself in uttering the now famous phrase, “Please don’t lick the bubble wand, thank you.” Then later this afternoon, while chalking on the deck…………how did you know? “Please don’t lick the chalk, thank you.”
I thought we were done for the day…………nope. While at the playground I had the binkie on my finger behind my back, I actually said to our usually well-behaved golden retriever, “Please don’t lick the binkie, thank you.”
While the sentence is getting old, having play time, craft time, reading time, beach time, playground time etc… with a grandgrilie is new and fresh and happy and joyful every single day. Have I mentioned lately just how darn lucky I am ?