"Two inches. Your growing." My grandson looked up at me with a gleam in his eyes. " tall enough for the roller coasters that sister goes on?" he asked. I ruffled his hair," Almost." I giggled as he made a pouty face. I remember when my daughter would stsnd by the ruler on the wall and let me measure her. What was she doing now? She was at work wasnt she. my thoughts were interupted as my grandson pointed at the ruler. "Who was this?" he poked a worn and bearly visible blue line. "that was your mothers." I told him, touching the small chalk marks on the wall.
