Thanks to Stacey, Betsy, Beth, Kathleen, Deb, Melanie, and Lanny
for hosting this meeting place each day in March
and for nurturing our writing lives.
Last week was a busy week. My twenty month old grandson, Teddy, spent a few days with us while his parents relaxed in Hawaii. They live on the east coast so we treasured this rare time together.
One of Teddy's favorite activities was reorganizing my collection of plastic containers and lids.
I knew that this activity could occupy him for a bit, so it was with a sense of relief that I sat down at the kitchen table with my computer to snatch a few moments to comment on my fellow slicers' writing pieces. All was well . . . until I heard two little words uttered softly, "Uh oh."
It was then that I realized Teddy had wandered out of my line of vision. Maybe he had dropped one of the lids behind the rolling drawer or maybe he had opened one of the other cupboards with breakables. Neither thought prepared me for rounding the corner to see Teddy in the pantry (this boy can open doors by himself!), standing at the top of my three-step ladder with a jar of peanut butter in hand. The reason for the "uh oh?" He had dropped a can of soup. Needless to say, that's the last time this short grandma failed to collapse the ladder (which I use frequently to reach upper shelves in the pantry) during Teddy's visit.