My granddaughters kissed me goodbye and headed for the door this morning, going out to wait for the bus. I heard the door open and close, and both girls saying, "Bye, Grandma".
Then, as is often my custom after the kids leave, I propositioned Cliff. In rather bawdy terms. (Hey, we're married, so get over it.)
Walking into the kitchen and looking down the hall, I saw my seven-year-old granddaughter was waiting for the bus inside; she was cold, she informed me.
I'm hoping she didn't know what I meant; maybe she thinks her grandparents have a home improvement project to do today.
Otherwise, she's at school thinking, "My grandma and grandpa do THAT?"