A Grandmotherly Brag

 On Wednesday, her birthday, I picked up Josie as usual. We made a stop at her house so she could grab her new Super Ladybug outfit.

At our house, there was a pile of presents from Meema and Grumpy. The first one was a Make-Your-Own Puppet kit. And there were some Garden Fairy figurines. So far, so good.

Then there were books--5 or 6 of them, individually wrapped.

Oh no, she already had this one! And this one. And this one. . .

And so it went. Due to miscommunication, Claui and I had both ordered from the same list. All the books were duplicates, every one of them. 

But here's the brag. She was not upset or disappointed and did her very best to tell me that it was okay. I was completely impressed and as John said later, it was almost worth the mix-up to see how well she handled it. 

Then she attacked the puppet-making kit, and I had another surprise. She asked for scissors to cut into the cellophane packets the various pieces were in and, lo and behold, she was holding her scissors properly, instead of dagger-like and upside down. 

 

As god is my witness, I have tried off and on since she was four to get her to hold scissors in the normal way and she has stubbornly resisted my suggestions.

Is this right? she asked, with a smug little smile.

Yes, it is, I said. When did you start holding scissors that way?

My daddy showed me, she said, and proceeded to assemble the puppets.

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