Tabitha is just learning to talk on the telephone. Zac, who is a veteran and likes to chat for ages to his grandma, as often as possible, was very careful this evening to make sure that Tabitha spoke loudly enough and he offered his own shouted commentary into the phone when he felt that Grandma might be having difficulty understanding Tabitha's murmurings.
I love to see how much the children adore their grandparents. Having not been close to my own (we lived too far away, and they had too many grandchildren to bother about us!) it's a relationship I'm not familiar with, but it's such a special one. (The delightful Zachary described my mother in law to my mum this week as "You know, my other grandma, the one who is my favourite").
This evening, Zachary proudly brought his Junior Monopoly downstairs and asked us to play with him. He had watched us playing regular Monopoly with Yasmine the night before, and wanted a piece of the action. I helped him set up the game board and explained that he could play with Daddy while I got Tabitha ready for bed. Zachary's response was a trembling lower lip and the words "But you played Monopoly with Yasmine. Why won't you play with me? What's wrong with my game?". Of course, I couldn't say no after that. However, I'm increasingly suspicious that he's wise to my trembly heart-strings, and played on them mercilessly tonight.
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