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Littles Underfoot

We have the opportunity to have our Grandchildren visit us about twice a month. They visit so they can spend time with Tom, their dad. Tom doesn't currently have an apartment large enough to accommodate them, so they all come to our house.

Reagan (RayRay) is a lovely lively four-year-old girl, who has a normal amount of curiosity and the dexterity to look for and find what she is curious about. Her brother, Felix (Fee) is the same but a two years of age he doesn't talk and hasn't got the mobility to get everywhere he would like. They can be like insects on the floor. Inevitably, you try not to step on them.




We have a pile of toys which are stored in a large bin. Almost the first thing they do when they arrive is to tip the bin over and spill out all of the contents. Things are easier to find that way. Then, using their imagination they convert objects into other objects and makeup games, stories, and characters to entertain themselves. Ray Ray does interrupt her imaginative trip to explain that the stuffed bear is a monster, apparently a major player in her head game. Flex tries to do the same thing, He gets upset when no one understands the gibberish he babbles but he continues to innovate. When it comes to the tools of imagination, the pens pencils notebooks, computer keyboard, and mouse all serve vital roles in their mind movie.

Rarely can we get them to eat the same thing at the same time? They act like they have raised in a house with a buffet line. Fortunately, besides waffles and PBJ sandwiches, they do like fresh fruit.

Conclusion: There is one overwhelming reason to have your children when you are young. In your twenties and early thirties, you will have the energy to do the job.


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