Boogies.

The waiting room was quiet when we arrived. One sweet little grandpa in the chair by the train table. One mother and teenage daughter by the magazines. Immediately, Emmi monopolizes the attention in the room. She smiles. They smile. She throws trains and laughs. They laugh. I frown. She hides under a chair. Laughing.

Grandpa leans forward. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing," he says while reaching toward her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You could loose a hand."

Grandpa's jaw drops. He stammers. "Ahhh she is just a cute little girl."

"Yeah, Buddy. Looks can be deceiving. Seriously, she growled at me a few minutes ago. Ask my dad. He heard her. GROWLED, I tell you."

Grandpa giggles, obviously not understanding the danger in this situation. "Come here you sweet little Goldilocks. I can get the ladies to give you a lollipop. Let's get them to give you a lollipop."

"No really. She is good under the chair. Don't lure her out." I am loosing patience with Grandpa.

Grandpa stands, walks to the counter, grabs a lollipop, and turns toward Emmi. "Here you go Sweety. You want the candy?"

Slowly Emmi crawls out from under the chair. Grinning. Poor Grandpa. I told him not to. I told him to leave her under the chair. Skippity, skippity, skip. Emmi scampers over to Grandpa. She reaches for the lollipop, then quickly draws back her hand before grabbing it. She wrinkles her nose. Scratches, then goes in for the kill. Glee. It is the largest boogie she has ever scored. She grins at the boogie. She turns a slow circle. She eyes the tissue box. Then she turns back to Grandpa, sweet unsuspecting Grandpa. In one swift moment, she wipes the boogie on Grandpa's arm and grabs the lollipop.

Told ya' Gramps. I told ya'.