Scratch game
Recently Dagny was at my house, hanging out for a couple of lazy summer hours with me and Rizzo.
She'd come to where we sat in the big recliner in the sun room -- the one I share with Rizzo or he shares with me, whichever way you want to look at it -- and got up there on the side that my dog wasn't occupying.
Dagny had my phone and was watching Elsa and Anna YouTubes -- a source of endless fascination for her -- while I played Royal Games Midas Mahjong -- a source of endless fascination for me -- and Rizzo snoozed.
A source of endless fascination for him.
All was peaceful for a number of minutes. Then Dagny, my phone still in her right hand, extended her entire left arm in my direction.
Scratch my arm, she said, her eyes riveted to Elsa and Anna's peripatetic online existence.
? ? ? ? ?
I complied. I'm the one with the fingernails, after all. She chews on hers.
I scratched her forearm. No response; she continued to watch the screen but did not take her arm back.
So I scratched her upper arm. Again, no sign that I'd succeeded in locating the spot that itched.
Then:
Well ... she said. She put the phone down and used her right hand to scratch her own left arm -- on the inside of her elbow.
Oh, okay.
Next time be more specific.
And that is all for now.
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Reader Comments (5)
Ha! What a kid! And us Grandmas will do anything for them!
@Mari ... ain't that the truth? She could've said "Peel me a grape" and I'd have done it. Haaahahaaha xoxo
Oh wow, this brought about a sweet memory; when I was younger like Dagny, when I stayed with my grandmother she always tickled my arm up and down really lightly untIL I went to sleep. My mother did the same to my daughter.
Dagny is so precious. XOXO
@Sally ... definitely a sweet memory and Dagny sure is precious. I love her so. xoxo
I would say that Dagny is patient. When I have an itch, I have to scratch it like NOW! She is so sweet!