We usually have our grandson, Marley, every Friday. It’s our Marley-time. We love to have him over and he loves coming. He is 2 years and 8 months old. He a bright little spark. A couple of weeks ago he told his Dad, our son, “I’m going to stay at Grandma and Grandpa’s house forever… then I’ll come back and see you”.
Marley loves garbage bins. He told Grandma, “I love garbage bins”. Then asked her, “Do you love garbage bins?”! Grandma’s response, “I don’t know about that.” And he loves to see the garbage bin being picked up. It’s his best thing. If we hear the bin truck (even if it is streets away), it’ll be “Quick, quick!” and we’ll rush up the drive to sit on the ground and wait for the truck. It does not matter if it takes 5 minutes or an hour. Marley does not care how long it takes. We wait and we chat.
We have three garbage bins, a red, general waste bin, a green, food and organics bin, and a yellow, recycling bin. I was explaining to Marley what happens with the waste in each bin. Afterwards, he turned to me and said, “you need to shave your beard and that (pointing to my moustache) and that (pointing to the hair under my bottom lip) and that (pointing to my eyebrows) – but not your hair”. Out of the mouths of babes.
We love the time with Marley. There is no schedule. Time seems to stretch out. And we are worn out at the end of the day. But we love it.