I love being a grandparent in the age of Skype.
Parker, 5, had lost his first tooth and wanted to show us.
“Did it wiggle around a lot before it came out?” I asked him.
“Yes!” Said with his finger exploring the unfamiliar new hole in his lower jaw.
Hudson, 3, showed us with an impish grin that he still had all his.
Maddy, 17 months, toddled up to the camera and grinned and grinned and grinned at us. She knew exactly who we were. She even said–something, don’t ask me what the two syllables were supposed to say but she was definitely declaring something and that she was happy.
As the old Ma Bell ads used to say, it’s the next best thing to being there.