There was a time that I
had five kids under five. There was a time that I had six teenagers Time moved
on but yesterday I found myself at a table at Red Robin’s eating with my
grandchildren. I remember in the old days, with my family of nine kids we would
have needed another table or booth. Who am I kidding; I never took them out to
eat unless we were on vacation. That was a site to behold and one that I don’t
want to revisit. Yet, here I was with five of my grandchildren. Let’s just say
the girls were quieter and the boys were typical boys…noisy, pains, and driving
the more sophisticated girls a bit batty. I just tuned it out, unless they were
swinging from the chandeliers…and they weren’t.
I had talked my
daughter in law to come along. Since she had a root canal and her pain was
still in the numb zone…she came along. I am sure afterwards she wished she
hadn’t when her numbness wore off and she had nothing to take for the pain.
We ordered drinks, like
speckled lemonade, Blue Moon, water, plus hamburgers of course; different
kinds of hamburgers to soothe our tastes and hunger accompanied by bottomless
steak fries or sweet potato fries. I have to say…they ate everything, drank
everything and we passed on desserts. The table looked like seven hungry people
just consumed a much needed late lunch.
Afterwards, we left,
and hit Barnes and Noble in Cranberry, where each of us selected a book or two.
I love it when I take my grandchildren to the bookstore and they come away with
a handful of books. At least I know that they love to read and sometimes, they
share their books with me to read.
The time spent with my
grandchildren was fun and I hope it is something that they remember and maybe
come to treasure in time. I know I will.
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