My Favorite Role Yet: Grandmother to a Tiny Tornado…I Mean Princess

Can I take a minute to gush about the sheer adorableness of three-year-old girls?

The sweet little voices. The messy hair. The sweaty faces and sticky fingers. The full-blown obsession with princesses and anything pink. Twirly dresses, glitter, tiny painted fingernails, and those wide, unapologetic smiles.

No, they probably won’t share their ice cream—but you don’t mind. You’re just happy to be a particle in their orbit, enjoying every fleeting, joyful moment. Laughing, spoiling, and soaking it all in.

“Can I wear your bracelet?”
“Sure!”

“And your necklace?”
“Of course.”

"Will you bring me sparkle shoes next time?"
Grandma makes a mental note to check Amazon the second she gets home.

And the best part? When it’s time to leave, she points and says, “I want you to come home with me.”

Childhood is messy and magical.

And honestly? So is being a grandmother.

Adorable Ice Cream Brain Freeze

“I have spwinkles!!”

Don’t you love the baby-talk pronunciation?

Sharing smiles and sprinkles with my favorite girl! I negotiated, but she held firm on her no-sharing rule.