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Vivienne and Me…


Okay!  For those of you without grandchildren, go buy a couple.  You won’t regret it.

The Nancy and I ventured down to the Richmond, Virginia area this past weekend to spend a little time with my girls and the grandchildren.  It is always a pleasure and pretty damn gratifying.

Saturday morning, having had a Friday dinner with two of our three daughters and two of our six grandkids, I got to go to breakfast with Vivienne.  Vivienne is five.

If you have ever seen the Volvo commercial on TV that features the little girl and her dad where the little girl in seated in the car and talking and talking and talking, then you have a sense of Vivienne.  Vivienne can talk…a lot!

On this day I picked her up at about 8:30.  We had decided the night before we were going to Panera Bread Company for breakfast, just she and I.  It is something I began to do with grandchildren a few years ago, me and my main man Justin actually began it, and I have to tell you, it is one of the most satisfying things I get to do.  Vivienne did not disappoint.  She had me chuckling most of the morning.

The morning began with Vivienne and me deciding we were going for orange scones and chocolate milk.  Orange scones are her favorite.  Henry, her brother, she told me, doesn’t like orange scones.  She told me if you give him one he makes a funny face and turns his head (I later learned he will eat the frosting).  As we were driving to Panera she also told me about a dream she had had that night about dinosaurs.  I asked her if she ever saw a dinosaur.  “Grandpa!”  I could almost envision her hands resting on her hips in exasperation.  “Dinosaurs are instinct!”  And it went on from there, one chuckler after another, non-stop.  When I asked her if she thought we should take something back to her house for Henry she told me he likes “big muffins.”  So she picked out two.

On the way back to her house she picked up and began to play with a stuff animal gorilla I keep on the back seat of my car.  All the grandchildren know “Bob,” he has been in the car for over five years.  Vivienne asked me if Bob could have a sleepover at her house, and she would send one of her own home with us.  She sent “George” the eagle with us, but cautioned The Nancy about allowing him to be around food (whatever that means?), and then she promised to take very good care of Bob.  We will keep George away from all food, and return him on our next visit with Vivienne, hopefully as thin as he was when she gave him to our care.

Vivienne is a truly exceptional child, though I may be a bit prejudiced.  She is a lover of life and I hope she never loses that love.  She brings a smile to my face every time she opens her mouth.  “Guess what?” begins almost everything sentence she utters and I cannot help but smile when I hear it.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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