Just by the picture can you tell which is which?
Oh the dreams we have for our children. Si, yo se, I know, I know, we're supposed to let them choose their lives and livelihood, but what's wrong with a little guidance? I mean, really-shouldn't our experience count for something? Is it so detrimental to wish for greatness or at the very least help loved ones to have high aspirations? And if we couldn't persuade our offspring, how about the grandbabies? Honestly, shouldn't we have some sort of compensation for having survived their parents' teen angst? I say YES!! It is our well deserved right to steer the sweet darlings to a better tomorrow, to help them reach their potential and chosen destiny.
And so my first grandchild, my eldest daughter's son, will be a doctor- specifically, a plastic surgeon. What? You think Babushka's beauty will last forever? JU SO FONII !!! Si, most definitely, a plastic surgeon. Thus, the nickname El Doctor is his.
The youngest of my grandchildren, his sister, is the only girl and La Princesa. What other nickname could I possibly have given her? Babushka was swimming in a pool of blue and needed a little pink. Visions of tea parties and tiaras teased us all. Little did we know- that tease would grow into a terror.
Where her brother is gentle and loving, she's grunting and loud. Tiaras and tea parties? Try torn up Transformers, tirado during a tirade. El Doctor is pensive; La Princesa is pushy. Dainty, make room for dizzying. She loves to go into a sprinter's pose and shout "ready, set, go" as she performs sprints around the apartment. Endlessly. Ever see sprints turn into marathons? Also, please don't try to rest while she's around. Anyone shutting their eyes before she does will get a tiny finger in the face, trying to open the offending pupils while laughing and squealing "ding, dong" in their ears.
I don't know. No se, no me pregunten. All I know is the china tea set I had bought might end up being a wedding present- for El Doctor.
Babushka Besos a Todos. Cuidensen.
