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For those of you waiting anxiously for another post about one of my silly grandchildren, this one’s for you!

Of course, it’s about Spencer. Some of you might recall that he’s four years old. He loves to come to see me and he follows me everywhere. He asks a lot of questions, as four year olds do. His older brother, Anderson, is seven and gets tired of having his little brother around all the time so sometimes Spencer needs just a little break from home when his brother is being mean to him or doesn’t want to play with him. Spencer is all action and Anderson is more into playing Minecraft or working on his Legos.

On these mini visits, Spencer comes for just a little while then suddenly wants to go home. That’s usually fine because they live so close to me and I can take him home. Sometimes, it’s not so fine because it’s one thirty in the morning. Yeah, he’s one of those that won’t go to sleep until he’s good and ready. He has a routine on these visits. He comes to shop but we don’t know until he gets here. I think we need to teach him to tell us when he just wants to come shop.

Shopping at Nana’s house goes something like what he did last night: It takes him half an hour to get read to come then we drive over (about two minutes). He walks in the house and the clue that it’s a shopping trip is that he doesn’t immediately take off his shoes and jacket. So he walked in the house, looked around, sat in front of the heater. My heater went out last month and I don’t have the thousands of dollars to replace it so I bought room heaters and the one in the living room is one of those that looks like a fireplace. So Spencer sat in front of it for about two minutes then got up and said, “Nana, I think I’m going to need a little bag.” Bingo! It’s a shopping trip. I had a little shopping bag ready for him because I have learned that the bigger the bag, the more he takes home. He walked around the house (I have to follow so I know what he’s taking) and grabbed candy for him and for his brother and then went to the fridge and asked me to give him the pink milk and the brown milk (Nestle’s strawberry and chocolate individual containers). He went to my craft table and grabbed a color pencil that writes in five or six different marbled colors, a pencil sharpener, and a notepad.

Then he said, “I think I ready to go my house, Nana.” So off we went.  We got in the house and he gets his brother to come see what he got at Nana’s and he dumped the back in the middle of the floor!

Of course, a lot of what he takes with him ends up back here, thankfully. I’ve learned not to argue with him. He has taken things like my scented wax melts, my headphones, my mini voice recorder, and on and on. My daughter usually grabs the stuff when he’s not looking and puts it in another bag and hands it to me the next time I go.

These visits we call “shopping trips.”

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