GrandMuMMing Monday

I was blessed with tender loving grandparents.  I can remember my Gramma Holly laying on the floor of her apartment coloring a Flintstones coloring book with me.  My Grampa Orv made brief visits most days, just to see the little ones.  The whole neighborhood knew he had Wrigley's spearmint gum in the back seat of his work car.  My Gramma Tee made our bed with crisp fresh sheets each time we had a sleepover and she gave me the can with foamy cleaner and a scrubber on top to spot clean the den carpets.  My Grampa Larry treated me like a cherished treasure.  I try to treat all children as someone's grandone, but there's nothing quite like my three treasured ones.  Children want nothing more than to have all of you. (Posted on Saturday cuz we'll be at the coast for a couple of days...)