While Julie and I were in Alaska, Gramma taught Sylvan the proper way to say goodnight. Or so I had heard. I wanted to find out for myself.
So tonight, after we brushed our teeth, had some cow milk, and read a truck book, I walked to the door, closed it most of the way, and said “Good night, lovey-dovey.” Just like Gramma Mia.
Sylvan looked right at me and said “Good night, lovey-dovey Gramma.” And blew me a kiss.
Good job, Gramma.