We were RVing with my folks when the kidlets were little. Grandma and I took Ivygirl with us to the showers.
She wanted to shower with Grandma. So Grandma soaped her up, rinsed her off, and sent her toddling over to my stall so she’d have room to take her own shower.
Ivygirl comes into the stall, clutching the towel about her tightly. I laughed and said, “Sweetie, you don’t have anything Grandma and I don’t have!”
She looked up at me and without missing a beat, declared, “Yes, I do! Beauty!”
