A couple of weeks ago my dad came over really early to watch the girls. At 7 am he knocked on the door. Now, I realize that in some people's homes that is insanely-early and everyone would still be sleeping. Pre-kids that might have been true for my home. But, the Three were up exceptionally early that morning, anticipating Grandpa's visit.
Rewind about 28 years.
Papa was going to babysit us for a short while while my parents went out! How exciting! Other people rarely watched us, so this was a real treat. And, he was coming to my house! I don't remember the time of day, but the very vivid memory I hold is that he made us scrambled eggs. I remember standing on a chair next to the stove watching him make them, the brownish pan he cooked them in, and the three of us sitting at the table eating them. I told my mom when she got home what we did, but am not sure if she realizes the impact of the eggs and Papa Vince!
Back to 2008.
As I was running around the house getting ready to leave (Mike and I both had early morning commitments that day), telling Dad the last minute instructions for the girls, he asked if I had eggs. (of course?) He was going to make an egg for himself and when the girls realized what he was doing, they got very excited and also wanted one. Chloe was thrilled, and Grandpa held her up so she could see inside the pan on the stove. The next day, she recited the entire morning to me - and got excited about Grandpa making her an egg!
I'm guessing the girls will always remember the morning Grandpa came to babysit them and made them eggs ... doesn't every granddaughter have that memory of her grandpa?
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