The grandkids are over for the weekend.
This is what Connie Francis would be singing in this situation . . .
(To the tune of "Where the Boys Are')
Where the toys are, grandpa waits for me
A smilin' face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly
Where the toys are, Grandpa’s love will be
He's sittin’ in his re-clin-er and I know he's waitin' there for me
In the world of billions of people I think he looks just fine
Then I'll eat his treats and play his games and tell the world he's mine
Till we get there I wait impatiently
Where the toys are, where the toys are
Where the toys are, Grandpa waits for me
Till we get there I wait impatiently
Where the toys are, where the toys are
Where the toys are, Grandpa waits for me
A smilin' face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly
Where the toys are, Grandpa’s love will be
He's sittin’ in his re-clin-er and I know he's waitin' there for me
In the world of billions of people I think he looks just fine
Then I'll eat his treats and play his games and tell the world he's mine
Till we get there I wait impatiently
Where the toys are, where the toys are
Where the toys are, Grandpa waits for me
Till we get there I wait impatiently
Where the toys are, where the toys are
Where the toys are, Grandpa waits for me
Awwwwwwwww
ReplyDeleteOh thats nice.
ReplyDeleteWhere the toys are Granpa is. :)
Lucky are they who have loving grandparents ...
ReplyDeleteSweet.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm going to have that song in my head all evening...:)