They don’t see the grandkids
very often — two thousand
miles in between, but then
they are around them for
a few months at a time.
On the first visit after an
absence of about nine months,
the three-year-old and the
five-year-old kept their
distance, but by the end of
the visit, the three-year-
old climbed up on grandpa’s
lap and started rubbing
his sparsely haired head.
And everyone chimed in,
“Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear;
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair;
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t very
fuzzy, was he?” In protest
Fuzzy, the bear, growled that
he still had some hair up
there as the three-year-old
and the five-year-old laughed
and the three-year-old kept
rubbing the fuzz on the
head of the bear.

After the second visit,
the three-year-old
cried uncontrollably
when grandma and
grandpa and the
chocolate lab
left. He wanted
them to stay.
As they
drove away,
grandpa said
through the open
window,
“We will return
another day
to play.”