I have my grandson (now 17 months old) one day per week.
We always have a great time, going to the library, reading, singing songs, and snacking on great food.
Last week, I poured about two ounces out of the kegerator to check the color/clarity. His verbal skills are average, but he's really smart and listens carefully. He can't say "Grandma". Instead, it's more like "Mooma".
He watches me. He says, "Juice?" And I answered, "No, Quinn, this is beer. Would you like some juice?" "Juice", he replies. I pour his juice and we then settle down for a story and then his nap.
We had gone to the library, played with trucks, danced to "Old MacDonald's Farm", and then his mom came to pick him up.
His mom comes in and says, "hey Quinn! What did you do today?"
Quinn replies, "Mooma. Beer.".
I almost slapped the little nark!
We always have a great time, going to the library, reading, singing songs, and snacking on great food.
Last week, I poured about two ounces out of the kegerator to check the color/clarity. His verbal skills are average, but he's really smart and listens carefully. He can't say "Grandma". Instead, it's more like "Mooma".
He watches me. He says, "Juice?" And I answered, "No, Quinn, this is beer. Would you like some juice?" "Juice", he replies. I pour his juice and we then settle down for a story and then his nap.
We had gone to the library, played with trucks, danced to "Old MacDonald's Farm", and then his mom came to pick him up.
His mom comes in and says, "hey Quinn! What did you do today?"
Quinn replies, "Mooma. Beer.".
I almost slapped the little nark!