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Those Little Urchins

Those Little Urchins

Your grandchildren may call you grandmother, grandma, nana, or momma (blank) whatever your name is. They call granddaddy gramps, grandpa, big daddy, Papa (blank) whatever his name is. You will soon discover those little tykes have a hidden agenda. If you let them, they can break your heart. The little rascals know exactly what they are doing.
One day my daughter-in-law asked me to pick up my granddaughter after school. We would usually go to Chick-fil-A and get an after school snack, and then she would go to their playroom. Her Mom had instructed me not to take her for an after school snack. She had dinner waiting for her at home. After school snacks made dinner time quite problematic. I picked up my grandchild in my Nissan Frontier and before I could get her in the truck she instructed me to take her to the restaurant. She pointed out the advantage of us going to the restaurant.
She sounded so grown up I decided to use logic. I informed my six year old granddaughter, I couldn’t do that. I let her know her mother had coached me on her tactics. My granddaughter was quite affective in using fake tears to get what she wants. I reminded her also I didn’t bring any money with me. You can’t just go to a restaurant and tell the waiter I’ll bring your money right back. We both would end up in jail. I thought I had made my case with conviction. She sat quietly until we reached her house. My daughter-in-law met us in the drive –way smiling broadly. We all exchanged greetings. At that point, my daughter-in-law attempts to open the truck door to get her daughter out. My grandchild said, no momma, you get in. Nana is taking us to the restaurant to get something to eat. We need a snack! My daughter-in-law said no dear. We have dinner ready here at home. I have prepared your favorite dish. We have spaghetti and meat balls.
Oh the tears, the shouting, I thought she would never stop crying! That little Pixie knew exactly what she was doing. One way or the other she was going to have her way. It was planned all along; we would go to the restaurant then go shopping. Toys were of high priority on my granddaughter’s bucket list.
On occasions we have been shopping for clothes and we have ended up in the toy department. Her house looks like a toy store. Her room looks like the ultimate of toy stores. Once when she came home with me and ended up in the family room were the boys once would play. She pulled out all of the boy’s old toys and some of the new toys I bought for her. I went to sleep on the couch. When I woke up and looked around it looked like three bears had being fighting and the fourth bear had won. I gave consideration to that thought for a moment. Then she pulled out the big guns. We can all just go to Nana’s house.
Immediately I blubbered out, NO! I’ll go home and get some money! We’ll all go to the restaurant. Again, my granddaughter was about to have her way. Subsequently, I was saved by an Ice Cream Truck. His music got her attention. She was bribed out of the truck by the music of the Ice Cream Man. Her Mom took her by the hand and she said: Bye Nana.

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