A little while after we returned from the airport, Grandma took a nap. That was too good to resist. So Dizzy and I crawled up with her, just like old times. (Oh, yes, I forgot to mention Papa in the Introduction. Grandpa says he's named after Papageno in Mozart's opera, The Magic Flute, but I've never been to the opera so wouldn't know. He's much bigger than us, and is very, very old -- almost 16.) Anyway, Papa also settled in, making it a quartet -- a total of fourteen legs -- all asleep for a couple hours this afternoon. Papa was careful not to lie on either of us small ones.
Grandpa didn't take any pictures. He said we were all too cute, but he didn't want to disturb the sleeping angels.
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