...stays at Momo's.
Okay. It actually doesn't. We usually DO get to hear the excited retelling of tales that I could think tall, if I didn't know better. But, when it comes to the 4 completely amazing grandparents that my boys are so very blessed to have, it's not at all unlikely that by the time we pick them up they've had motorcycle rides [for real], getaway adventures to imaginary futon-turned-islands, tunnel digging expeditions, countless numbers of Happy Meals, forays into the magical domains of their grandpas - their garage/shop where the motorcycles stay, missions to feed the local birds, trips to the park, homemade pizza feasts, etc., etc. It's no wonder that when we leave them they're usually more than eager for us to get out of there and that when we get back they're usually too busy to even take notice. After all, the real magic doesn't happen unless Mom and Dad are gone.
Please know, Momo & Papa and Mammie & Popo [yes - weird names - it's a grandparental prerequisite these days], that we are unbelievable thankful for you, for everything you do and just for the fact that our boys are so very loved by you. It's an incredible blessing. YOU are an incredible blessing.
And, as a special treat, I'll let you see what it usually looks like when we bring them home from your houses:
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