On Wednesday I picked up our Grandlittles after school.
The littlest Grandlittle gets out of Kindergarten almost ten minutes before the medium and large Grandlittle.
We spent the first five minutes just hugging the stuffing out of each other, and then the next few minutes having this conversation.
Me: Yes, sweetie pie?
Mo: Grandma? You remember, right?
Me: Remember what?
Mo: You know? Remember?
Me: Mo? I'm sorry but Grandma doesn't know what you mean.
Mo: Oh Grandma. Are you kidding me? You remember right?
Me: Mo? I really don't know what I'm supposed to remember. Can you give me a hint?
Mo: Hint? Oh, yeah. How about this? B! Buh, Buh, Buh! B! That's a good hint. Now do you remember Grandma?
Me: Buh, buh, buh? Buh, buh, buh... gosh...no...sorry sweetie.
Mo: Grandma! Listen! B! Buh, buh, buh! B!
Me: Holy criminy Mo. I think the heat has fried my brains. You're going to just have to tell me, okay?
Mo: (reluctantly and with a very hurt look on her face) Ooookkkaaay...but Grandma, you promised you'd remember. It's my volleyball game tomorrow.
Me: Volleyball? Of course I remember your volleyball game tomorrow. Grandpa and I are both coming, but Mo? Volleyball starts with the letter "V". V is vuh, vuh, vuh NOT buh, buh, buh.
Mo: Grandma! Are you kidding me? That's what I just said!
And since you actually read all that, I thought I'd show you some pictures of her playing... B! Buh, buh, buh! Bolleyball! With her sisters. All three of them are on the same team.