He was delighted and broke them in properly by creating a sign for his new "cafe" where we eat lunch everyday. It's a room I typically call the kitchen.
I'm looking forward to the smells of a childhood summer such as rows and rows of books in an old library that has a squeak in its wooden floors; coconut sunblock at the pool; peanut butter sandwiches; waxy crayons, paints in primary colors, popcorn during a matinee at the movie theater, play dough and the best smell--a sweaty hug after playing in the summer heat.
To be a grandparent to appreciate the joys of youth again.
A great imagination on that boy. My daughter always played restaurant with us when she was little. Going around taking our orders and then cooking them on her play kitchen. If we were unable to play her stuffed animals filled in as customers. Have a wonderful summer reliving childhood joys.
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