The Last Day. (Well, for the moment. I think and hope that our usefulness as babysitters is not yet over.) Grandson celebrated by bouncing around on our bed and giggling a lot.
He rearranged the sitting room as usual.
He investigated Grandpa's smart phone.
He climbed on a chair and raised his arm to show that he's a BIG BOY.
(That was my maternal grandparents' chair. How I wish that my Granny could see him. She would dote on him.)
The blurring of the photos is due to the whizzing of the boy.
Tomorrow we need to go to the supermarket and clean the house. How dull.