I have two working parents, so often times my Nonnie and Poppop would be called to take me out of school. Laying on the nurse room bed, feeling like pooh and in walks in Poppop. Then we'd drive over to his house and Nonnie would be waiting with a pot of soup on the stove and ginger ale handy. That was always the best part of getting sick while at school.
Now, I'm 22 and sitting at work. I'm not sick but I'm achy and I want to go back to bed. I keep looking to the door, hoping to see Poppop walk in to scoop me up and take me home with him... where Nonnie would meet me with a cup of hot chocolate.

OMG They always had the best juice popsicles for my sore throat! And they never limited our t.v. watching. Jeez, I love grandparents!
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