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Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes Sort Of Part 2



Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes Sort Of Part 2
By deadmanseeking on 02/08/2017
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After Robert left Sioux City with his meds he got a good nights sleep. The next morning he started preparing for his second evening playtime with the grandkids of the week, a gift of unemployment. They had mostly a good time.
Angelescence was cooperative and kind as she let Ben take the stage. The three year old wanted Grampy`s attention, and he got it. They played together some when he demanded a puzzle. Now, to be fair to Ben, what he meant by puzzle was different from what Grampy thought. It took Grampy until the next day to understand what Ben wanted.
He and Grampy started looking all over for puzzles. After half an hour, they found none.
Back in the T.V. room, Angel let him have her tablet. He played with it about 15 minutes when it started its low battery buzz. Ben didn`t want to give it up. After about four minutes, Angel got it back. Ben wasn`t happy. He started to throw a fit. It was too early for bed, but removing him to his room for playtime with Grampy seemed a possible solution. Upstairs they marched. It worked, sort of, as Grampy Robert turned different books into brain teasers. That didn`t last. Ben went off again. Grampy had to let him throw his fit. He couldn`t have who loves Ben prayers. He didn`t want the door closed, but Grampy had enough. He closed the door. Angel had been waiting too long for her turn with Grampy.
She had her tablet on the charger and the deck of cards out for crazy 8`s. It was nice to have her off electronics. In bed she read to him out of Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends." She didn`t make any mistakes. She let him read a poor rendition of the Irish Rover`s version of Shel`s Unicorn poem. They had prayers and hugs. In her second grade math class, she thought the next number her teacher wrote on the board would be the amount of invisible hugs Grampy was sending her. Grampy was amazed. He told her he had sent her 36 at that moment. Is the invisible necessity great or what? Amenn.

? By deadmanseeking On 2/8/2017 5:34:19 PM
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