Grandson A, age 3: the dinosaurs all died a long time ago
Grandson H, age 2: all dead, all dead
Grandson A, age 3: the dogs who lived in the doghouse are all dead
Grandson H, age 2: dogs are all dead
Both of them, on the grass, in dream-mode, singing: We’re picking flowers for Grandma, we’re picking flowers for Grandma.
And just now, H., age 2, told me, “Long ago, I’ll be a grown-up!”
Love!
These are amazing days.