Loving note or landmine?

So...

I was babysitting our littlest Grand yesterday and somehow, at the age of four, she has figured out she can write.

After lunch I told her we were going to take a nap and she jumped up and ran down the hall.

A second later she came running back, out of breath, and said "Gwamma, Gwamma! Don't come back until I say!" and then she sprinted off again. Seriously, how can four year olds not drop with exhaustion after living two hours of their hyper little lives?

After several minutes more she came running back down the hall and said "C'mon Gwamma, C'mon!"

And we climbed into bed to do our reading and then napping!

When I started to lay down she said, "Gwamma, the surprise is under your pillow!" And lo and behold when I looked I saw this little note.


"Read it! Read it!" she squeaked in her excitement.

So I "read", "I love you Grandma, from Morgan!"

She frowned. "Gwamma! You can't read it right. I will get your glasses!" And off she ran, pell mell, down the hall to return a moment later with a pair of my reading glasses.

I tried again! "Grandma! I love you. Morgan!"

She frowned again and said "That's not what it says Grandma! You have it upside down!" and she carefully turned the note over and handed it to me again.


"Read it! Read it!" she demanded.

So I tried again. "It says 'I don't want to take a nap, Grandma!"

And she frowned even more. And squinted at me. And looked suspiciously like she might cry. And then she said "I can do better!" and ran down the hall again to return after several minutes with a brand-new note!

"Gwamma. This is better. Read this note."

Hmmm... I feared I was going to fail the note reading task once again so I diplomatically told her, "Wow, this is cute! And I see your name here!"

And she said, "What else! What else does it say Gwamma!"

So I cautiously said, "I see a picture of you and me. That's you and me, right?"

And she said, "Right Gwamma! You can read! You can read! You're the one wearing shorts, see?"



And I just figured I better totally quit while I was ahead, so I agreed, and then distracted her with her favorite book about The Poky Little Puppy.

Sometimes when you're a Grandma you need to know the best time to extricate yourself from the landmine field!

Sigh...