Wednesday, April 27, 2011

"This is gonna end in tears...." MF

No visit would be complete without having our four Grands spend quality time together. And so, a week ago today, they spent many hours traveling the emotional highway known as "Playtime".
We had a first, in that normally Aubrey and Hunter pair off, leaving their younger siblings to do the same. This time, we had teams, it seems, in girls versus boys. Now that was a sketch. Aubs confided, "G'ma, I just don't understand why we're fighting. That never happened before. I think it's because we're not doing a show; the boys don't want to." As I giggled inwardly over her seriousness, I suggested some artwork 'n' girl-time and said, "People who love each other so much can sometimes squabble; it'll all work out, later." And, it did, of course... so much so that my traditional photo session turned into an uncontrollable laugh-fest. 
 I'd have preferred a background of the great outdoors, but rain prevented that scenario. The fireplace is always good, its limestone hearth a natural stage. Each clutched his or her Lindt rabbit and went into performance mode. Convulsive laughter sent Chloe into a loss of balance; she hit her head. Rubbing with one hand while clinging to Rabbit with the other, she was a tad stunned... and then they came... the flood of tears, that is. Told ya... or, Mom told ya. Not to worry; it was a superficial injury and gleefulness resumed, within seconds.

As kids, when Ronnie, our Cousin Nicholas and I would play and laugh very hard, Mom would scold, "This is gonna end in tears!" She did not mean it in a good way, but rather in support of the theory that what goes up must come down. The three of us would always get into trouble in church, with Gran. One would start with a little giggle... and then, the eruption. Ah, I'm lovin' the visual here.

The moral of the story is that the kids had an awesome day and started missing each other immediately upon separation - a bond refreshed.  And on Easter Sunday at Bri's, Gavin brought me to his room to show me the sign on his door: "No girls allowed in this room." Well, except for Grandmas, that is. ;-)

G'ma Giggles.