Over the last few days Reid has been switching her allegiance from CareB to a little stuffed Miss Piggy that I’ve since I was a teenager. At first, she played with them both but one day she brought Miss Piggy to the bedroom and tossed CareB aside when I held her out. My heart is feeling bruised by this rejection, even as I was surprised at how quickly she dropped Winnie Pooh in favour of CareB. One day it’ll be me, eh?
Yesterday Reid told me that CareB was Miss Piggy’s mama and she (Reid) was the daddy; Reid’s daddy was the Grandpa and I was the Grandma. I’m not sure I’m ready to be a grandma at only 36 but I’m pretty sure Grandma Joyce got her “grandma credentials” when she was still in her 30s. (Have I mentioned lately that my memory is awful?)