When I woke up this morning, it was a balmy 17 below. Hmmm, looks like Ana will be staying home with Grandma while I go to Mass. I must say, Ana loves her grandma (and the other grandma) with a heart that makes me wonder if I'm really needed anymore?
When I left, she didn't even give me a second look. She was already giggling with grandma. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Mom," She seemed to be thinking.
When I returned an hour later, Ana was still giggling with Grandma. Except this time, when I peeked around the corner at her, I was met with anxious and exciting eyes. Ah yes, I am still the mother here. There's no feeling like it.
Course, it turns out, the anxious eyes were for a very specific purpose. Grandmas don't have mamamilk.
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