As most of you know, I love tents and camping. Tents are kind of my thing and it does not take too much encouragement to talk me into building one in the den. My children learned this fact quickly and now my grandchildren have realized it.
Friday afternoon was to be mine, Sawyer, and Cara’s day. So, we picked her up from pre-school and went to her favorite place for lunch in the mall, Chick-fil-a. There is a place in the mall that has blow up bouncers and slides. We love going there and between the three of us can have a whole afternoon of fun. Uncle Sawyer is a good sport about all of this, because at sixteen, there are plenty of other things he could be doing. He does love his niece!
After a couple of hours of jumping and sliding, I could tell Cara was becoming tired, so we headed back to my house. Cara wanted to go to the bonus room, pull out the children’s pop up tents, and play “go camping”. It was an excellent idea! As Uncle Sawyer retreated to his room, I was told that it was nighttime and there were fireflies everywhere.
We caught some fireflies and watched them light up the room, excuse me, pretend sky, Cara said it was time for bed. She climbed in her tent and I climbed in mine. Now I have this “thing” deep inside of me. I can only explain this “thing” as a little fun deviousness. It can make me smile in the most unusual situations as-long-as I keep it to myself. But once in a while I just have to let the “thing” out!
So, I could not resist calling out, “Cara, Cara, I am thirsty.”
As I heard my four-year old granddaughter sigh she answered me, “Noni, there is a water fountain over there.”
“I am scared and what if there are bears our there!” I replied in a whiney tone.
My smile now must be concealed or the fun would be over.
Another sigh and out she popped. Cara walked over to the wall and pretended to get me some water. She gave me my pretend water, I drank it down and thanked her. Back in our tents we both went and said good night to each other, again.
A few minutes passed and I just could not stop myself from saying, “Cara, Cara, I can’t sleep and I need a story read to me.”
A bigger sigh from my neighboring camper. By now it was beginning to be difficult to keep a straight face. Cara, dutifully came, sat in front of my tent, and made up a story for me!
It was a wonderful story about Noni and Cara camping. Oh yes, my granddaughter exhibits her mother’s very smart brains because at the end of the story, she put me in my place.
Cara said, “Now everyone was getting tired and Cara yawned really big.”
She yawned really big and stretched her arms out.
She continued with, ” Now, Noni was really tired and she yawned too.”
“And she went sound asleep and did not wake up until it was the morning, the end!”
I had to applaud her brilliant story. She told me to go to sleep and not say another word until morning, so sweetly.
One more time we told each other good night and got in the tents. A few seconds later each of us pretended to snore while moving around in our tents. After a few minutes of snoring, Cara jumped out of her tent and declared it morning!
“It is a beautiful day!” she exclaimed.
I could only think to myself that it is a beautiful day indeed!
Of course, I had to grab Cara and give her my best Noni bear hug. She was so much fun putting up with her Grandmother’s silliness!