Sometimes we are called SOG’s…Silly Old Grandmas…and I suppose we are! Why when my first Grandbaby was born…she kept us waiting two weeks past due date…then came into the the world red, wrinkled and a bit “overdone”….but she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. Now 13 years later she is still gorgeous, smart, delightful and wonderful…just listen to me! I am indeed a SOG. That reminds me of a joke my husband loves to tell.
There were two old gentlemen sitting in the coffee shop. One says to the other, “Say, have I ever told you about my grandchildren?” And the other replied, “No, and I appreciate that.”
So I try not to brag too much about my overly bright and beautiful grandkids.