As soon as my granddaughter sees me, she has this big, wonderful, melting smile. My heart goes pitter patter. And then I pick her up. She looks at me with her big baby Blues. Big grin. 🙂 And then she goes to work.
For some reason, my shirt pocket has become an object of intense and curious interest. Why? Because I usually have my shirt pocket filled with pens, 3″ x 5″ cards, credit card receipts, a comb and a Blackberry (Luddite that I am. . . . ). She immediately begins grabbing things out of my pocket, giving them careful visual examination and then comes the taste test. Everything goes in her mouth. Now mind you — I am right there and I do not let her put these “icky” things in her mouth. She tries. I take them back and repatriate them to my pocket. And the game begins again. This sometimes goes on for a half hour or more.
It occurred to me that from now on when I see her, I will have my shirt pocket filled with even more interesting things: toy mouse, pictures, pacifier, spoon, large rubber band, etc. That should really grab her attention! I’ve thought about writing a children’s book – of this alliterative title – where the child can pull a variety of amazing things out of “Popi’s” (that is my moniker) pocket.
This is a game that never gets boring. I can’t wait to play it again!