Because my daughter is in Nashville on a business trip and my son-in-law leaves for work before 5:30, I'm at their house for a couple of mornings. Usually Rachel drops the girls, aged nine and eleven, at my house on her way to work.
The granddaughters are going to summer school at present time.
As a side note here: No, my granddaughters aren't stupid and they didn't flunk, as some people in other states seem to think. Here in Missouri, summer school is voluntary. It's mostly fun subjects and projects with no homework. If they attend school without missing a day for the whole five weeks, the state pays each of them $100. And my daughter doesn't have to pay me as much for babysitting.
So anyhow: I suggested to the girls that we pretend I'm not with them and find out if they could do OK on their own. Yesterday I had to take a couple of time-outs to tell them things I had forgotten about, but for their part, they did great. They got themselves up and ready, they didn't fuss and argue (if they had, I wouldn't have said anything unless somebody's life was in danger). They left for school on time; I followed them most of the way there, and then called Cliff to pick me up.
So this is day two of the experiement. Each of the girls, when she got up this morning, put her fingers to her lips to remind me not to talk. I believe they could do this!
By the way, doesn't anybody ever feed and water the dogs around here? I see two empty dog-dishes every time I come!
Pictures will be added to this entry when I get home. Maybe.