Grandma, the trouble maker!

For most of my life, I have pretty much been a goody-two-shoes.  I always try to follow the rules and not cause any ripples in the waters of life.  But recently it has come to my attention that occasionally I’m lapsing into a state of rebellion.  Nothing drastic or illegal, mind you, but as a grandmother, I’ve been teaching my grandgirls a few things that their parents are not crazy about.  Perhaps it’s a matter of a little revenge for the trials of raising my three kids?  They were pretty good kids, but you know what I mean.  I’ll give you two examples.

                                       All pictures tonight were taken by my daughter Robyn.

I ask you, would that grandmother teach anything treacherous to this grandchild?  Of course not!

Anyway, I’ve been trying to teach the girls how to make water spouts that will spray another person.  It’s not anything like smacking your arm across the water that produces something that can hurt.  If you hold your hand in a rather open fist at the water line, and then tighten it up, a small spurt erupts that can be directed where ever you want it to go.  It’s a light little stream, but it can be annoying. 

                                        You can’t see me if I’m under this tube!

Then on Sunday, when we jumped in the pool after sweltering at the Pierogi Fest, Avery and her father came after Phoebe and me as attacking pirates.  Hmmm.  I just happened to notice that the swim noodle I was floating with is hollow.  I put it under water for a moment and then put the noodle to my mouth and blew out.  Ha ha!  The noodle becomes a canon, and a stream went forth at the attackers.  Dennis was shocked!  Avery screamed, and then tried to get her noodle to do the same thing.  Shortly after that exchange, Dennis jokingly suggested that grandma should perhaps go to time out.  Oh oh.  I’ve watched Super Nanny, so I know what that means. 

                                            No more pictures, Mom!

Okay, so what other kind of trouble can I cause?  I know one thing for sure.  When all the grandkids get old enough, I’m going to teach them how to properly spit!  Just like I did with my three.  There’s nothing worse than spitting and have it drool down your chin. 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy