Just got a text from my daughter.
Her: Just got another box of stuff from you. Can the kids open them now?
(I had ordered them some things the week before and asked her to not to open it till this box got there. Stuff for Isaac was in first box and didn’t want to cause upset.)
Me: sure. Let me know what they got n how it wkd out.. I forgot what I sent.
Her: Oh lord.
Me: well, did I send good stuff?
She never got back to me. Now, I am dying to know what I sent. I wish she wouldn’t complain about my texts.
For my grandson, I had sent oil crayons and sketch pad, swim trunks and shirt,self-inflating Whoopee cushion which made me grandma of the year. I also sent underwear which my daughter insists marked him for life. I should think you’d be marked for life if you never had underwear.
The baby got a swimsuit, a toy phone, a Hello Kitty fork and spoon, and a great big box to play in. She loved the box and went after her brother’s Whoopee Cushion.