Knock Knock
I’m in New York with my three granddaughters, sharing one bathroom for the four of us. My turn finally came, with 10 minutes of pure uninterrupted peace, at last! I climbed into the shower; I wasn’t there one minute before Jazmine knocked at the door. “Grandma, I need to get something.” Another knock, Maddie: “Sorry, Grandma, I have to go.” Knock knock … Bailey came in: “ Everyone’s in here; I was lonely.”
Posted on July 29, 2009 in Blog
