tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324860522351083573.post6212728320092813936..comments2024-03-26T15:29:31.939+09:00Comments on on the edge of ordinary: They Grow UpWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17882558757262419263noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324860522351083573.post-40338497453842954662014-02-19T09:34:35.677+09:002014-02-19T09:34:35.677+09:00Thanks for dropping by Ken. Yes, from observation,...Thanks for dropping by Ken. Yes, from observation, I know that our worries about our kids don't end once their officially "grown up".Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17882558757262419263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324860522351083573.post-6855057422502189622014-02-18T18:44:47.139+09:002014-02-18T18:44:47.139+09:00Kids do grow up. Then you find ourself minding the...Kids do grow up. Then you find ourself minding the grandkids. Ours are only 5 and 3, so we don't let them watch too much TV, especially the news.<br /><br />Except sometimes. Like when there is a grisly murder in Sydney. If the body is covered by a sheet we call in the kids to watch out for a woman in a blue coverall and black boots, with her blonde hair tightly tied in a ponytail. She might be wearing gloves and carrying a camera. When she appears we say to the grandkids, "Look, there's your mum".<br /><br />Sometimes they grow up enough to worry you.<br />Ken Rolphhttp://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00DNREY2Wnoreply@blogger.com