In case I've failed to breach the subject before, my parents WORSHIP my kids. Worship isn't a strong enough verb to describe their admiration. They are obsessed with them. Can't stop talking about them and not just to each other. No... to ANYONE that will listen to them. No children before them have ever been more admired... including their own! Yeah, that would mean ME. Now we were VERY loved, but not to this degree.
My parents favorite thing to do? Take Scarlet to the mall to show her off. Now they never have any shopping to do there... they just have Scarlet and they want as many people to see her with them as possible. They also want to be able to talk to as many people about Scarlet as possible. By the time they leave the mall, half of the employees and 3/4 of the patrons know my mom, dad and, of course, Scarlet.
Now, believe me when I say that the boys are not neglected in this scenario. In fact, just today my mom took them to see Chronicles of Narnia. There is also rarely a game that goes by that one of my parents isn't at and during soccer or baseball season there is no other talk out of my Dad's mouth than what the boys have done out on the field. My parents have told me on many occasions that they sit home and talk for hours about the kids and all the funny things they say and do and you know what? I'm betting that them "talking for hours about the kids" is probably an under-exaggeration.
So what am I getting at? My kids are the luckiest kids in the world to have such doting grandparents. But I must say... no kids have ever loved their grandparents as much as my 3 love their Grammy and Pa. It just goes to show... You reap what you sow.
Scarlet (in another of my crazy creations) headed out to the Mall with my folks...
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