About a month ago, that’s what he said to me while we were in his back yard waiting for his sister, Brianna, to hit the ball to us. He and I were the fielders. He looked up at me with those blue eyes of his and, being very serious, said, “Assume your field position, G.” (I am far too young to be called Granny, or Grandma, or Nana, so I selected “G” as the name for the kids to use for me.)
Of course, I complied. But I told him, “Okay, but I am not going to run or anything.” I was, after all, wearing slip-on type shoes that are hard to even walk fast in.
Before I took the next shot, I told him to look mean.
Tonight was the night Shannon (my oldest), Amy and I enjoyed our monthly night out. We call it Thirsty Third Thursday. We try to do it the third Thursday of every month, but it doesn’t always work out. My hubby was kind enough to stay with the kids since Amy’s hubby, TJ, is off at Army training.
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