littlered
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- Joined
- Mar 20, 2013
- Messages
- 52
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 06/2012
- Country
- US
- State
- NV
- City
- Las Vegas
My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him 72. My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?"
I was in the bathroom, putting on my makeup, under the watchful eyes of my granddaughter, as I'd done many times before. After I applied my lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye?" I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye...
I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, as she headed for the door saying, "Grandma, I really think you should try to figure out some of these colors yourself!"
I was in the bathroom, putting on my makeup, under the watchful eyes of my granddaughter, as I'd done many times before. After I applied my lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye?" I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye...
I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, as she headed for the door saying, "Grandma, I really think you should try to figure out some of these colors yourself!"
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