“Wait!” my granddaughter said, grabbing my arm. “I need to go first,” Grace clarified, stepping up to take the lead.
“Okay, now you can go, Nana.”
Like mother, like daughter, like granddaughter. She seems to come by her bossy tendencies naturally.
Grace doesn’t miss much, either; then again, being a three-foot-tall bundle of curiosity means the ground floor is certainly easy viewing.
I missed the mushrooms.