This is dedicated…

This is dedicated to all of those determined mothers of bright, curious, engaging and engaged toddlers. I don’t know how you do it. And, if you get sick, well, I sure hope that you have family around to help out.
I’m home for two days before I go back out to Massachusetts, again, to help out my post-appendectomy and current bronchially infected daughter, my grandson fightng the beginnings of an ear infection, and my son-in-law — just into his second week in a new job — possibly strep throated.
I’m megadosing B, C, E, and Zinc. And I’m stocked up on various Zicam products, which, as far as I’m concerned work like little miracles.
This is also dedicated to that grandmother I chatted with in Toys R Us who had her grandson in a shopping cart even more loaded up than mine. “Aha,” I said. “Another doting grandmother.”
“Well, yes.” She replied. “But I’m also his guardian. My son died last year.”
What I have to deal with is nothing compared to that.