OOP's

Just got a call from my son, seems that Cassidy is ripping up her waffle and throwing it up in the air. Image that. Seems she really thinks its funny. I can hear it coming. Her dad tells me she is doing that gut laughing. OOP's. "I didn't do it with food".....I explained. "We just ripped up the Sunday ad's and threw up the little tiny pieces of paper in the air. It was like confetti. Yes, we laughed. In fact, I have the pictures to prove it. OOP's again, wrong thing to say...but, Chris, you should of heard her laugh. Papa, came running with the camera. She laughed so hard she was bending over and of course that made Papa and me laugh all the more. Okay, it did encourage her but it was with paper not food". "Mom, paper---waffle, it's all the same to her and by the way you didn't think it was so funny when I messed up the house". Oh, Oh. He got me there. I tried to explain..."times are different now. I know that messes can be cleaned up. Wiped away. Forgotten. Memories like this can't be". Seeing my granddaugher so happy will be forever etched in my memory and the pictures will be in her scrapbook. I want her to know about these times. To see herself as Papa and I see her. She is our funny little Miss Sunshine.
I will have to remind her though of the sign we have in our kitchen:"What happens at Nana and Papa's stays at Nana and Papa's".
I just wonder how I am going to top this one!