Nathan and Andrew love the chocolate chip cookies Grampa bakes for them. It was late afternoon, past snack time and getting closer to dinner. Nathan spotted a container of cookies Grampa had prepared earlier sitting on the counter. He pointed them out to me, as if I mustn't know they were available. Grampa and I decided that the boys could split a cookie without destroying their appetites. We got out the plates and the boys rushed to their snack table. Nathan hurried through his cookie so quickly that he finished before Andrew. Upon finishing, he asked for more cookies. I told Grampa he was asking for another. Nathan's face waited in rapt expectation. Grampa said he'd have to wait until after dinner for another cookie. His face hung in sorrow. He looked at his plate and used his finger to scoop up two remaining crumbs. Then he looked over at Andrew holding the last of his cookie. Andrew seeing him coming and reading his mind slipped what was left into his mouth. Nathan was wise to him and certain he was just holding it in his cheek. Andrew was trying to keep very mum about it. Nathan continued to probe the situation.
Andrew swallowed his success.
Gramma loves the way the boys say, "yes." It's so unexpected. I think of two-year-olds as loving the word, "NO" and all the power it gives them. I have spent the last two weeks gushing over them for it. I thought it might make it last longer. One should never press their luck with a child. It's usually very humbling and not for the child.
We continue to watch our birdies in the window. The babies are filling out the nest, leaving little room for Mother Bird. Andrew is also trying to stretch his wings a bit, becoming more and more daring. This rocking chair was handmade by my Great-grandfather for my mother. It has lasted and bore children safely for four generations. Andrew may change all that, if he has his way.
The chair Nathan is sitting is was made by his grandfather for his father.
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