I was fortunate enough to spend Christmas at the home of three small great-grandsons. Ages 6, almost four, and 17 months. On the exciting day, the boys’ cousins from their father’s side came with their parents for dinner. As they trooped inside my almost four year old great grandson said to all eight of them. “This is great grandma Marie and you have to be very careful of her because she is very, very, very, very old.” I controlled my laughter because I was being protected by a very, very, very, very bright-eyed boy.
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