Where the Toys are

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