(Lew writes today. Eli and I made a pterodactyl. ~ Tracy)
I received a text from my son at 8:30 last night. My youngest grandson, Adam, fell of the
monkey bars at the playground and broke his arm. ☹
My first
thought was that we needed to go see him. My second thought was
that we needed to buy him something.
I
guess that buying him something is the only way I can think of to make it
better. When I was very young I had my
tonsils out and I still remember that my parents gave me a toy guitar when I
woke from surgery.
Tracy picked out a
couple of Lego toys. (We had to get
something for Eli, of course.)
They liked
their little gifts and played with them while we were there today.
Adam may or may not have felt better because
of the toys, but Tracy and I did. Win,
win.
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