These days my grandson is too busy to Skype with his grammy. Unless his mom is chasing him, engaging him in some activity, all I see of this boy is his fine almost white hair flying in the wind as he races away.
Snotty little thing.
So, my grandson, the former car thief, has become aware that there is a computer screen that cannot be breached. To break through this problem, I have broken out the toy dinosaurs, which have long lay in the dark.
|back row: Terry, Sarah; front row: Timmy, Bumpy, and|
Dr. Who has visited on many occasions.
My dinosaurs recently gave the little guy good-bye kisses (right on the camera light), which amazed him. After about 10 kisses, we both said “Good-bye, I love you”, only he added “I love you, dinosaurs.”