When your two year old grand-daughter says out of the blue, “Where is our Vivaldi music? I want to listen to Vivaldi!”
And then when you bring it up on the lap top and at first she’s cranky because it’s not what she was thinking in, but then it gets to the part in ‘Spring’ that she recognizes and she lights up like a crocus after a long, cold, winter, and says with delight, “That’s it! That’s Vivaldi Music! I heaw it now!”
You just might be feeling a touch of obnoxious Grandma Pride. You might even feel like boasting on your smart Grand-daughter and the smart Mama who is raising her.
See me resisting?
Incidentally, this is the same child who earlier this morning was caught stealing a piece of her brother’s candy. Her mommy said, “Come follow me into the living room.” Still pretending innocence, the child batted her baby blues and shook her Shirley Temple curls and asked in faux innocent bewilderment, “Why? Does oo have somet’ing oo want to thay to me?”