Monday was Grandma day with my five year old granddaughter, Jules. For our one on one time, I had found a Thanksgiving themed project we could color, cut into squares, and play as a matching game. I printed two identical sheets, but held off coloring mine until I knew if she wanted to do both. For newly turned five, she is very good at coloring. To my delight, she is also starting to use big words like "basically" and expressions like "last, but not least", and she uses them correctly. Jules told me I could color my paper, but needed to use the same colors she did. Then she told me to stay in the lines, so it would look pretty. Sometimes, by the time she found the right color for me to use, she decided to do that part herself--so it would look pretty.
However, I atoned for my presumed lack of coloring ability by scoring some points for my superior skills at using scissors. We played a couple rounds of the matching game before moving on to play dough. If I was a big kid, I might have resented all the unasked for advice from a coloring expert who is only five. But I am not a big kid, I am a Grandma, and when it is Jules turn for Grandma day . . . I am five, too.
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