Vindication!

My four-year-old grandson, Burrito, goes to the HeadStart preschool program here in the valley. Every day his parents drop him off and then they are supposed to pick him up and bring him to my house so I can watch him until they get off work. This is a pretty good plan and not too inconvenient for me...most of the time. Then there are the days when Gamer's boss decides to take off early and Gamer can't leave the store. Those are the days I get to trek across the valley and pick him up. Yesterday was one of those days.

I got there a little early since I also had to pick up Taco from his school about 20 minutes away. They were all sitting around little tables eating apples and pretzels for their afternoon snack. Burrito wasn't all that excited about leaving until I assured him he could take his food with him.

While I was signing him out, one of the other little boys pointed to me and asked, "What's her name?" to the teacher. I stuck the flower pen back into the can and smiled. "It's Burrito's Grandma!" I said proudly.

That little guy expressed his surprise, "You're a grandma?" he asked. If you remember my post from a few weeks ago, you will understand my response. "Thank you!" I said enthusiastically. "That's the nicest thing anybody said to me all week!"