I’ve been at Audrey’s home for 10 minutes this morning. Her husband is out of town for the day, and I’m lending a couple of willing and happy helping hands. But I don’t think it’s the hands that the kids want… hmmmm.
The first thing 4-year old William said to me was, “GRANDMA, COME HERE!” This means that something beyond cool is on television. And it was. A contest that he needs me to help him win involving Mrs. Butterworth and Nickelodeon.
Of course, this perked up 3-year old Alexander’s ears… and he joined in about a mac and cheese contest that (and I quote), “You have to find the coat on the box and go to cheesy.com!” I’m guessing he means code and I’ll be sure to check out the {dot} com and/or anything resembling it!
All the while, 22-month old Benjamin’s wide eyes were taking this all in… watching the excitement in the voices of his older and much admired brothers!
I picked up 7-month old Henry and almost expected him to tell me about the Snuggie… and why one will keep him warm and “stay on your arms.” Oh, he didn’t have to tell me. William did!
Ah… marketing. For kids and (perhaps unwittingly!?) to us grandparents!
It doesn’t matter. I love it!