I never knew how much fun grandchildren are. I have a 3 year old who is my "best friend", her words. We cook, color, go to the flea market all while painted in multicolored nail polish with henna tattoes (is that spelled right?) and lots of hair bows. And all dressed in baby pink, "hot pink" is not "her" pink.
She loves to "fix mimi up". I know I look deranged. But to her we are "twins". So I don't care. And the best thing about grandchildren, the best after watching the daughter who put you through 7 years of teenager hell, is knowing that when the granddaughter is 13 and her mom is too dorky for word, I will still be "The Queen Mimi" to her "Princess Lainey".