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In the year 2009, she was eight, her brother was ten, I was only 59, and we were together all the time. I taxied them both to and from school every day. Each of them always insisted on their own way. My grandkids forced me to be a good referee, but the lessons were tough and certainly not free. When I signed up for this job, I must have been fast asleep. But although I wept a lot, I simply refused to retreat in defeat. This grandpa quickly became their chief after-school caretaker. And without cooking lessons, I became their chief spaghetti-maker. Cooking and watching Disney were often things we did a lot. When we made juices, you wouldn't believe the faces I got. We were unlimited and very creative with the recipes we produced. Why, we were fearless to the point of even making 'white potato juice'. When we tasted our never-before-attempted juice, it was disgusting! It's another story, but when not cooking or watching Disney, they were fighting and fussing. I absolutely do not recommend kids and their grandpas or anyone else to try this at home. I ran out of ideas and was forced to do things I wouldn't have done, even if home alone. But when you add it all up, the time we spent together that year was totally UN FOR GET TABLE. His high school graduation last year and her graduation this May will always be most MEM O RABLE. 002012018PoSpContest, Writing a rhyming poem for fun, Karen Krutsinger

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