When I am old I will cherish these little moments:
Whitney woke up one night wanting something to eat, so as we sat around the table eating a midnight snack..we had the following conversation:
"Mom, can i be a grandma when i grow up?" She asked me.
"Sure-when you have kids and then they have kids you will be a grandma then" I replied
after thinking for a while she then continued:
"Then when I grow up I am going to be a teacher, then a fairy, then a mom and have babies, then a grandma..then an old grandma."
She threw the fairy in there like it was a job or something to be taken seriously. I laughed a little at that. And I guess theres a big difference between a grandma and an old grandma.