Perks--That's what the title means.
That's was I get when I look after my two youngest grandsons while my daughter goes to class and volunteers. The class time I spend at their house, the volunteering at mine.
What I also get is tired. But that is not what this post is about.
It's about playdough, pickups and trailers, and Barry's smirk.
It's about a beautiful blue-eyed boy, tongue or no tongue.
It's about an outfit, three times around.
It's about the third boy in the Little Tykes car.
It's about photos taken mid-jump.
And photos of wild hair.
It's getting a smile everytime you ask, "say, cheese!"
And last, but not least, it's about a three year old boy, who is very afraid of any kind of bugs right now, getting brave enough to point out a dragon fly.