I have no idea what possessed me. Blame it on my age, exhaustion, stress . . . or blame the flexibility I have to make up my own Grammy Rules.
After church this morning, I turned right instead of left when exiting the parking lot. Left means home and right mean endless possibilities.
Out of the clear blue, I drove to a department store, walked to a predetermined location, picked up a LARGE predetermined item, and marched to the check-out counter to pay for the item. Goodnight started giggling as soon as I reached for the item on the top shelf in the toy department.
GN: Whatcha gonna do with that Gram?
Gram: I decided we needed a cheery something in the dining room.
GN: Really? It’s not a Christmas gift for someone?
Gram: Nope, it’s coming home with us!
And so it has – but not without joining us on a Sunday drive on GN’s lap. Both were appropriately buckled into a seat belt. GN giggled and waved to passers-by.
I LOVE sock monkeys! This one is four-feet high and will be joining for movie nights! Road trips, too, methinks! 
Truth is, that girl is growing up right before my eyes. She has her friends, activities, school work, etc., but she’s still willing to linger at the table after dinner and just . . . talk to her gram. We play games at that table. She likes to do her homework there, too. Time will come soon enough when she will have other places to be, but if the sock monkey makes her memories of home more pleasant, my right turn out of the church parking lot was worth it!
