Brothers can be SO Annoying
My oldest grand-daughter had a dance recital a bit ago. We were thrilled to attend and watch her do splits and cartwheels with the greatest aplomb.
Afterward we gathered outside for a photo op.
The youngest grand-daughter must be in the ‘opposite’ stage of life–she turned her head when asked to smile for the photo—but she was pleased to sort through the donut-holes we brought for her favorites—not the filled ones.
But then—a group photo—me with my youngest son and his three children–the youngest still turned away.
And that brother!!!!
I remember them being equally annoying—but I had five–not just one to contend with.
My walker was parked nearby—it was a long day—but so wonderful to see son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren again.