Late yesterday afternoon, Grady was taking a nap and I heard the UPS truck on our street. I did not think to much of it because I was not expecting any packages. So, while Grady was still sleeping, I ran outside to get the mail and propped up against our front door was a BIG (not to thick) box.
I must admit, I get excited when I get a package that I am not expecting. As I got closer to the package I could see what it was... a baby walker and it was addressed to Grady. I brought the box into the house and picked up the phone and called Ya Ya. This was our conversation...
Hello? (Ya Ya)
Did you buy Grady a walker? (me)
I don't know what you are talking about. (Ya Ya)
You're crazy! (me)
Oh-can you not say that out loud? (Ya Ya)
You really wanted him to have a walker, huh? (me)
Grady told me that he felt trapped and that he could not go anywhere, so I told him not to worry that Ya Ya would fix that. (Ya Ya)
Let's just say that I am in trouble. Of course I am always thankful for how much my mom spoils Grady and how generous she is... but I can only imagine what it is going to be like when he starts to talk! Some day I just know a pony is going to end up in our back yard!
Labels: Grady, Ya Ya