When Brayden woke up the next day he knew he was going to go shopping with one of his grandmas. Any day out with a grandma has to be a good day...even better than most. It will mean a toy, a treat and the opportunity to talk about life. Yes Brayden loved a day out with a grandma.
As soon as he got in the car he began talking about what a good day "yesterday" was. He had stored away the story of the day. There were tunnels and friends and blankets and nerf guns. Best of all no nap. Naps were such a waste of time. Sometimes he had to be quiet so mom could rest but still, if there was no nap, he didn't mind.
"We brought out pieces of furniture and the dining room chairs and then we covered them with blankets. It was so much fun. We took our nerf guns inside the tent because...grandma did you know that nerf guns have foam bullets so they don't hurt when they hit you? Anyways, if you got hit you were out of the game until the next game started."
How is school going the grandma asked, interrupting his train of thought. He answered in that tone of voice that made even grandmas pay attention. "It was fine..."
"There were lots of kids in my class and I like them all accept Rudy...Rudy says I talk when I am not doing it. He pointed his finger at me!"
The grandma thought it was too bad but maybe Brayden just needed to remember to be quiet when the time came. She was quiet about it though. Now she wondered what his teachers name was...should she ask? Yes she thought it would be okay.
"UMMMMM...I don't know my teachers name yet. Sometimes I want to raise my hand but I can't remember so I wait until someone else raises their hand and says it and then I raise my hand. My teacher doesn't like when I call her 'teacher'."
Sure enough there was food and a treat...a root beer float, his favorite. Then there was a visit to the bookstore...not the library where you got books and then had to bring them back...but the real, buy it and keep it book store. They bought three books; one for Brayden, one for little brother and one for baby sister. Brayden was very, very tired when he got home.
When he went to bed that night, he remembered everything that had happened that day. Tomorrow morning he would decide if it had been as good as he thought it was right then. He was a very earnest little boy so he didn't decide things right away.