She’s only 18 months.
A mere year and a half old.
But her young age that hasn’t stopped the Little Lady from learning a very important life lesson: Grandparents will always give you what Mama won’t.
Thanks to two bent rims, the Little Lady and I are still in Oklahoma with my parents. The first several days, the Little Lady would shyly smile and give good night kisses. . . and that was it. She was stuck to me — I couldn’t put her down, no one else (other from her favorite Auntie) could hold her, and NO ONE could hold her babies.
Now, the first thing she does in the morning is head to Papa’s office, sweetly calling out his name. When she arrives, she gets to play with his pens, calculator, and books (all things that I was NEVER allowed to do, mind you).
Then, it is off to Gramie for grapes and sips of coffee. COFFEE! Are you kidding me? Since when does my mother give ANYONE (let alone a baby) some of her morning coffee?
Yesterday, every time I told the Little Lady “No,” she went to find Gramie . . . taking her hand and dragging her to the food, drink, toy, rock (yes, rock), or some other random item that she “needed.” And, each time, Gramie gave in to whatever my daughter wanted.
Even though she knew I had told the Little Lady “No!” Mom still would give in!
“I can’t be expected to say no to her,” she counters when I remind her I’d said no.
“Oh, you’re making this so hard on me,” my dad tells the Little Lady as she climbs up into his lap and begs for whatever it is she wants. That’s all he says before HE gives in to the demands of his only granddaughter.
(the man even lets her double dip!!)
Sigh. . . if we ever make it back to Texas, the Little Lady is going to have a very, very, very rude awakening. ‘Cause Mama has absolutely NO problem with the word “No.”
