I heard some very sweet words today from my 2-year old grandson. Words
that make me feel very special. He said, "Grandma, do we have to keep
playing this game?"
I know you must be thinking, "What? Those aren't 'sweet' words." So let me give you a little background.
I heard some very sweet words today from my 2-year old grandson. Words that make me feel very special. He said, "Grandma, do we have to keep playing this game?"
I know you must be thinking, "What? Those aren't 'sweet' words." So let me give you a little background.
Alexander is a little guy who loves to play games. He is the one who digs out the Candy Land and the Chutes and Ladders. He is the one who lines up the pieces on Grandpa's chess board and the letters on the Scrabble game. He is the one who makes up little games for me to play with him. His latest game is called "Solving the Mystery." This game involves me hiding lots of little things around the house, giving him lots of hints, and him solving the mystery of the missing whatever with the help of a $2.00 plastic magnifying glass that I bought at a dollar store on a whim.
We play this game a lot. And I mean a lot. Today was no exception.
When I knew Alexander was coming to my home, I prepared for the inevitable, "Can we play Solving the Mystery?" I did the advance work by hiding several *items... today, the items were a cowboy hat, a pink stuffed dog, a Thomas train, a dish towel, a Halloween book, a tiny teapot, an orange crayon and a few other things. He wasn't at my home for two minutes when he asked, "Can we play Solving the Mystery?"
The fun began. I always say, "Alex, can you solve the mystery of the *item?"
He says, "Hmmmmm. Let me see." Then he picks up the magnifying glass and asks for a hint.
I say, "Hint #1: The *item is in the kitchen (or wherever)." And we head to the kitchen. Then, depending upon how well I hide the item, I give him "hints" until the mystery is solved.
Well, today he solved the mysteries of the hat, the pink dog, the train, the dish towel, the book and the teapot.
Then he carefully put down his trusty magnifying glass, squinted his eyes and whispered, "Grandma, do we have to keep playing this game?"
Ah. Sweet words. "Sweet," not because I didn't want to play anymore, but "sweet" because I had made Alex happy beyond his wildest dreams.
And although the mysteries of the missing orange crayon and those other items were waiting to be solved, I felt like the best Grandma in the whole wide world for playing until my little guy was done.
Of course, a glass of milk later, Alex moved onto Grandpa's chess set.
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