Lucy, Jessi and Chloë make their Grand Entrance
Nothing is more fun than a day with grandkids! (I've had quite a few lately, and I know my stuff.) I took this trio to the Grand America in downtown Salt Lake City for the Grand Tour.
We started with brunch.
Pancakes with strawberries and cream cheese,
crepes with bananas and nutella ...
Hot chocolate with fluffy mounds of whipped cream ... "Can we go to La Bonne Vie after this?" they asked. The French bakery outside the Garden Cafe was filled with pastel macaroons and chocolate truffles and had caught their imaginations on the way in. "You don't have dessert after breakfast," I explained.
"But this is brunch!"
"Prepare for the bathroom of your life," Chloë told the others.
"We get our own little rooms, with chandeliers."
(It's a grand thing when toilets make such a splash.)
"Are they from the '90s?"
Cords, buttons, and even a dial—
"Where's the caller ID?"
a toy boutique in the hotel for grand kids.
"This is the ultimate doll house," Lucy said. It was standing next to a giant robot that told knock-knock jokes in a monotone robot voice, after it greeted us with:
A grand piano was on the floor in front of organ pipes filled with brightly colored bubble gums. When the girls stepped on the keys the music started and so did the dance moves.
Making memories in grand proportions
There's nobody quite like grandkids. They love completely with no expectation except receiving love back. It's a forgiving, tolerant, accepting kind of love. They aren't trying to improve us, or change us. We're good enough. Who else loves us that way? They aren't embarrassed by us, and actually expect us to be a little eccentric, which gives us confidence to just be ourselves. All in all, it's just grand!
"And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children,
and the heart of the children to their fathers . . ."