Grandma Janine & Pac-Man
Janine stepped into the common area of the Squidly family home after leaving for just a minute to get herself a glass of water. She lowered her smartphone to discover little baby Pacling had escaped from his play pen and was nowhere to be seen. Those who didn’t know the little rugrat would probably panic, worry, turn the house upside-down looking for him, but Janine knew better.
“Paccy-honey,” she began, thumbing at her phone calmly for a moment before putting it away,”I know you haven’t gotten far.” She strolled all around the room, turning and tilting her head, looking in different nooks and crannies. “Where are you, my love?”
She passed by the tall wall unit that nearly stretched up to the ceiling, unaware that her infant grandson was peaking over the edge down at her, giggling quietly as she walked straight past him twice. “I know you're here you squishy little devil, you can’t pull one over on your gramma,” she stopped just underneath his perch.
Just then, Pac-Man dropped from the top of the wall unit, safely, and harmlessly landing atop Janine’s head where he covered her face with his tentacles and happily chirped, “Gummy!!!”
Trying to will herself not to smile as big as she wanted, “Ohh no, tiny tentacles, my one weakness,” Janine laughed, and plucked the wiggling, giggly little lime colored child from atop her hair. “If your mom and dad were around they probably would’ve had heart attacks, ya know?”
“Dummy, Mummy,” was his only reply, coupled with a smile at the thought of his parents.
Janine just cradled her pudgy, squirmy grandchild against her chest and said, “Let’s get something to eat and then gramma’s gonna read you a story, how does that sound?”
He cooed happily, seemingly compliant with the idea.