My mother sent each of the kids a small gift which arrived in the mail this week. Yesterday, driving around in the van this conversation happened:

Bird: Grandma spoils us a lot
Me: Yup, because she loves you, and it’s a grandparents job to spoil you.
Bird: Dad, you kind of spoil us a lot too.
Matthew: No I don’t, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Libby: It’s true Dad, you do.
Matthew: Wow, you girls just totally dimed me out.

We all laughed together, but mine was with a gratitude that our children know what it feels like to be “spoiled”.