Grandchildren

My grandchildren give me so much joy. I guess being able to observe kids and the way they process information is too precious. 

We were talking with the boys about natural disasters and I was telling them what it was like to have a tornado pass through. We used to go down the basement, hide under my dad's work bench, and pull a mattress over the opening. 

 Their Paacha had the bright idea of showing them excerpts from the movie "Twister" so that they could see a tornado. We rarely have them in VT. 

They went on up ahead of me and I entered the room to see the boys, Karl (7) and Dominic (5) with just their heads peeking out from under the futon to watch the movie. Did they think it was comparable to me hiding under a workbench. Every time I think of it, I smile.