No, I didn't have a date. My grandson, Darius, spent the night. Each time I see him he looks like he's grown another inch. His torso is getting long and he's losing his two-year-old cuteness. I mean, he still has it, but its just not letting him get away with as much as it use to... fade to forty.
His vocabulary is improving.... shut up, you're not the boss of me, (I assured him I was... I think he understood)I'm not kidding, etc. However, the giggling after speaking his statements got him off the hook. The hook in the closet.
He's also into counting. We counted everything in the place as long as it didn't go over ten. Two, Tree, Five, Sebin, Ten. Then we repeated it.
Much to my chagrin, someone has taught him to box, and he certainly seems to have gotten a good grasp of the action. He knows how to hold his fists, swing a punch, and swing a one-two jab. Be still my heart.
It didn't take long before he was ready to go home. There's more action going on there than here... and that's where "mom" was. He was missing her. He let me know when he was ready to go home and we seemed to be on the same wave-length, same timing, etc. And mom came at the right time... just before naps.