It's been a little while since I 'blogged' so I thought I'd better contribute something. And as I thought I was remembering my recent chaperoning of my grandson's field trip to the Children's Museum. It's been quite a while since I've done it, probably since my children were in grade school and I thought it would be fun. It was and I was so surprised that one of the twins, the one who told me not to kiss him at school, actually grabbed my hand going into the bus and the walks from and to the bus. I guess that was still acceptable. I hadn't been to the Children's Museum since the boys were three or four so I didn't think about how it's laid out, how big it was, and...
When you have limitations you don't want to admit it and certainly don't want to be the only adult that has to take the elevator so the first time I had to make the three flights of stairs, I did pretty well. Then came the second time and I thought, no problem...but I thought I was having a heart attack by the time I did those stairs. At the top was my daughter who chewed me out for having done it once much less twice and I know she was right. Then she told the teacher (such a tattletale) and insisted that I only use the elevator. I did make it back in one piece but I think I've learned my lesson.
A TRIP TO THE CHILDREN'S MUSEUM
by Patty Lynn
My grandsons took a field trip
On Monday, with their class.
My daughter went and so did I...
But O, those stairs, I'll pass.
I didn't pass, to tell the truth,
I did my very best
To do what everyone could do,
For me a kind of test.
But it turned out to be too much
I couldn't make the grade.
And by the time I climbed two times,
I knew it hadn't paid.
All out of breath, so much it hurt,
I knew the jig was up.
My daughter really bawled me out
And offered me a cup...
Of water, then she told on me.
She called me on the carpet.
"The elevator's what you use.
My gosh, the stairs forget it!"
So when we needed to change floors
We took the elevator.
The kids thought that was really cool,
Not that they had to cater...
To this ol' Gram who couldn't do
The steps, no, she could not.
My grandson offered his two cents,
"My grandma's back is shot!"