The phone rang last night, and Papa said it was for me. I answered, and D2 told me that GD1 needed to talk to me. She is the 4 ½ year old, and she first visited us by herself when she was about 18 months old. We’re buddies, but she’s growing up, and I’m not.
She said, “I need a bathrobe.”
I said, “What color would it be?”
She said, “Purple.”
I said, “Smooth or fuzzy?”
She said, “Fuzzy.”
I said, “Zipper or buttons?”
She said “Zipper.”
I said, “OK.”
She said goodbye.
D2 told me she didn’t understand exactly what the problem is. GD1 has a purple fuzzy bathrobe that I made her sometime back. Apparently, GD1 was sitting around in the robe, looked at it, and asked, “When did I get this, when I was 3?” When the answer was affirmative, she said she needed a new one. D2 says that the sleeves are a little short, and it doesn’t touch the floor but is otherwise in good shape.
I went to the store today and bought enough fleece to make 2 robes, one for each of my granddaughters. At least I’m not out of things to do!