We visit Miss Betty every Wednesday at a senior center in town. She loves the kids. She calls them, "my babies."
I can't believe Charlie was only a few months old when we first started going. Now he's close to walking. She used to adore holding him on her lap the whole time. Now she's happy when he just looks at her and smiles.
She doesn't take it personally when the kids aren't overly friendly with her, but she hangs in there and tries to engage them.
She must have been a very feisty young person, because she does not get (for real) scared when the kids want to play games that look like this:
Oh my goodness. This last picture is so perfect! You have got to save that!
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