When I opened my eyes this morning, I found myself face to face with my youngest grand girl.
GG said anxiously, "Gamma, I wost Mommy!"
Gamma said with concern, "Ohhhhh!"
GG said urgently, "I have fuzzies [in my mouth.]
Gamma could see even without her glasses, some sort of yarn fuzzies in GG's mouth...but before Gamma could compose a helpful response, GG's mommy appeared and led GG away while they had an earnest discussion about how fuzzies got into GG's mouth and how they could rid her of the problem now and forever!
Gamma thought it was a rather blessed way to start her day! (: