The other day I was in the kitchen working on the kids’ lunch while they ran amok in the living room.
“Who’s that?” asked Lydia, looking out the window.
I abandoned their atrocious hotdogs to come look out the window. “That’s the mail lady,” I replied, then retreated back into the kitchen for more hotdog cutting.
“She’s coming up to the door,” Lydia continued.
“She’s just dropping off a package, Baby,” I yelled from the kitchen.
By this time, Sam’s interest was piqued, and he was also observing through the windows.
While still wrestling with their hotdogs, I suddenly heard the door open, then moments later Sam’s voice from outside, screaming, “GRANDMA!!!” as he ran toward that poor lady.
By the time I got to the front door, both kids were coming back inside, Lydia clutching a box.
I really hope Sam didn’t offend our mail lady. Hopefully it was a pleasant change to have a kid charging at her instead of a dog.