If you have a kid or been around kids, you know that they like to help when they want to. Not necessarily when they are asked. My daughter is no different. The only time she jumps to help is when her Grammy asks her to do something. This past weekend, I took Chey to my mother's house in California because she's going to stay there this week while I'm in Seattle for work. Watching Chey and my mother reminded me of when my mother came to Philly to visit for a couple of days and she and Chey spent most of the time glued to each other. It's awesome to see the relationship between those two.
The house we lived in had two stories with a basement. In reality, it's three stories. So, if you are in the basement and need something from the top floor, it better be worth it.
We were all downstairs and Grammy asked Chey to get her purse from the upstairs bedroom (top floor). Up she goes with no issues, questions, complaints, or exhales. All of a sudden we hear "thump, thump, thump, thump...." at least 20 times. Chey comes around the corner and hands Grammy her purse.
Chey: Here's your purse. Sorry, I kind of dragged it.
Me: Chey!!
Chey: What!?!? It's FRICKEN HEAVY!
I guess I should be happy she didnt complain. UGH!
I'm off to Seattle for the week. I'm going to miss my girl. I'm sure we will have a texting convention soon when she finally looks down from "Grammy Heaven" and realizes Mommy is not there.
Salute!
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