Sean at Two

At age two, Sean’s big round brown-black eyes give a split second warning just before he does something ‘naughty’. This of course does not happen often because to me his Gram, he is almost perfection.

“Come on Gram, playdough!” he says as he pulls my hand with his warm little fingers.

“OK” I say. “You get the cookie cutters, Gram will get the playdough.”

“Okey! Okey!” says Sean running to the dining room buffet & pulling out the bottom drawers.

“There they are…!” he yells. “I get them! I get them!”

Bringing the box of cookie cutters to the breakfast table, Sean climbs into his special booster seat attached to one of the chairs.

“Here’s the playdough,” I say. “Which color do you want?”

“Orange!” squeals Sean.