the grandkid whisperer

When Claire and I watched Mom walk away with the four eldest grandkids last week, we both commented to each other how it is amazing that, when we ask our kids to hold our hands as we walk through, say, a parking lot, they will fight, kick and scream sometimes to the point that the are-you-kidnapping-that-child stares are shot through us like lasers. But when Grandma says, "hold hands, kids," they obediently comply. Seriously...


I've decided that since our trip to Michigan over the 4th was so jam-packed with events, that I will post per story/pic...sorry if it takes me all month to actually get to the parade and fireworks. :)