“What are you doing over there?”, I ask.
Big brown eyes…part twinkle, part little devil…look back at me. I wonder what she is up to.
As I move to her, (ever so gingerly because she loves her game of “catch me if you can”), I see that she has a glass in her hands.
How did she get that off the table so quietly? How did she know to take into the other room, out of our sight? How does she know how to hide it? When did this 21 month-old get so smart?
As I move closer to her, those big brown eyes take on more of a sideways glance, her body turns away from me a little, her shoulder raises up slightly. She begins to giggle.
I recognize the signs. She is about to take off. With a glass in her hands! Time for this grandma to resort to trickery.
“Take a drink,” I suggest to her.
Down comes her guard as she moves the empty glass to her mouth and bends back…”drinking”. That gives me the time I need to travel the last few steps to her, hold onto her arm, and safely remove the glass from her grasp.
And then comes the toddler-typical crumple to the floor… in tears. I am now officially the meany.
“Grandma’s going to catch you”, I announce. And she’s instantly up and running, those big brown eyes bright and looking back at me, giggling as she disappears around the couch.
And of course, I oblige by chasing her.