One day last week, after taking the twins to the store with me to get a few extra art supplies....
They wanted to get right into their projects as soon as we returned home.
I told them first they needed to put away their pajamas that were strewn all over the family room.
Jonas said, "I don't want to do that."
Téa suddenly slumps over to one side, while her arm is dramatically dangling and said,
"My arm is too weak."
Then I said in a very matter of fact parental voice,
"If you don't put your pajamas in the playroom,
we won't be doing art today."
With that they both quickly picked up their jammies and ran into the playroom.
Good. Task was done.
So as they were happily drawing and creating...
I walked down the hall and saw this.
I called to Den in the next room, "Come look what they did!"
He appeared and said, "They did exactly what you told them to do. They put them in the playroom."
We both laughed and talked about how cute it was
seeing their clothes in a heap right inside the door way.
I didn't touch their pile.
I loved it too much to disturb it.
For the rest of that day we just all stepped over it.
And that is the difference between a Grandparent and a Parent.