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The Princess Hath Thus Spoken (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Apr 23 2023Views/Reads: 30/18Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
That wise old man understood that what a child becomes is a result of training. Too often the child dominates the training chair which predicts what happens when that child is old.

In December of last year, our second great-grandchild entered our
family. Our first great-grandchild was a boy, and this one is a girl. 

Like all our children, grandchildren and great-grandson, this
great-granddaughter was a blessing to our family. If only children 
would stay young for the rest of their life! I have learned that the 
thing is to enjoy them while they are young. 

Being retired, we have more time to spend with our grandchildren and
great-grandchildren. I'm sure this is one of the great blessings that 
our Heavenly Father bestows upon us. 

Because the mother of this great-grandchild, our granddaughter, is a
working nurse, she went back to work following her maternity leave. 
That being the case, the grandma (mother) and great-grandma daycare 
operation kicked in. 

These relationships get confusing, and I try to keep them separated.
Still, the grandmother, our daughter, is also a working nurse and 
therefore does not have that much time for the daycare operation. 

The great-grandmother, which is the Matriarch-Hierarchy, has more time
for the daycare operation. That means the great-granddaughter is in our 
home quite often during the week. 

I was pretty pleased with this arrangement and was glad to have a little
great-granddaughter in our home as much as possible. Of course, you can 
never have too many of these little great-granddaughters. 

After a few weeks I began to understand life as it is; I assumed things,
but not always understanding, how they came into being. 

At our family gathering, the new great-granddaughter was there and we
were having our family dinner. Then something began to happen that at 
first, I did not quite understand, but later began to comprehend the 
whole issue in a different light. 

The little great-granddaughter was sleeping in her bassinet in one of
our bedrooms. We were chatting around the table, and then suddenly, we 
heard it. 

Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa. 

Being a man, I didn't quite understand what that noise was about. All of
the ladies around the table got up and marched back to the bedroom with 
the little baby crying. 

In a few moments, they all came out, and one was holding the baby while
the rest were following. They all gathered in the living room, and I 
watched as they passed the baby around, and everybody had a chance to 
hold her. 

It wasn't long before that little Princess stopped crying. And if I saw
that right, if not smiling, at least she was snickering. At first, I 
did not quite understand what that was all about. 

That was just the beginning. 

Whenever The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage babysat the
great-grandbaby, I noticed a similar routine. 

The great-grandmother got the great-grandbaby settled down, fed her,
then quietly take her back, and put her in the bassinet in the bedroom. 
She fell asleep, and the great-grandmother tiptoed out of the bedroom 
and went to the kitchen to resume her work. 

Then came that familiar sound from the bedroom. 

Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa. 

Before the second “Waa” got out, the great-grandmother turned her back
on the kitchen and scooted back into the bedroom to bow before the 

As she brought the little baby out, the baby looked at me and gave me

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