Alma sat on her suitcase with her arms crossed. “What does you mean that vacation is over, and Grandma has to go home now?”
“Grandma has to go home… back to her house, and we go back to ours. That’s how a vacation works.”
I continued packing our things and loaded them onto the luggage cart, then called for Alma. “Alma… Alma Lou-iiisseee… where are you? It’s time to go.”
“Hang on, Mommy! I’s in here. I is on the phone with customer sewvice… selling Grandma’s stuff on eBay. She’ll has to move in with us then.”

Alma must weally, weally wove her grandma ❣️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, she weally, weally does! ❤️
LikeLike
Too funny!😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 😊
LikeLike
I love it. She is just the best.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy her stories. 🥰
LikeLike
She is as precious as can be! Congratulations on your new blog, Alma!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so very much. 🥰
LikeLike
This is awesome ❣️
Sent from my iPhone
>
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 🥰❤️
LikeLike