“This will be great,”Gramps says ecstatically, “ I can take him from the playpen and we can have lots of fun. Look he has his arms outstretched wanting me to pick him up.”
“I’m sorry Dad but he is not to leave the playpen. He is safe there. I would be worried while I was gone knowing he was not in the playpen.Promise me you will leave him in the playpen.”
“But honey, I want to……. Oh, okay I promise.”
Mom and daughter returned after a couple of hours to find the youngster safe and secure in the lap of Gramps. They had played so hard they both had fallen sound asleep with smiles on their faces, but Gramps had kept his word as he was sitting in the middle of the playpen holding his grandson.