So I put on old T-shirt of Pappy's on over his clothes, and gave him a worn out paint brush and a stool that had a split in the leg that I was going to take apart for the pieces.
He already had on his barn boots, which are pretty much his favorite shoes.
That smile!
That concentration!
I don't have a picture of the finished stool, because as 3 year olds do, after a while he was ready to move on to something else. But this kept him occupied for a good while, and gave him a healthy dose of confidence and accomplishment.
A couple days later I heard him telling Pappy that Mimi had a great idea and let him paint a stool.
He's not the only one who thoroughly enjoyed that moment in time.
Grandchildren are the absolute best.
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