Last year, they hosted a businessman from India on a local trip. They spent three intense days taking them to places and showing them around, and as part of the thank you, they were invited to visit them in India. And so that's where they've gone.
But no trip is complete without the entire troop of grandchildren taking the trip to the airport to say goodbye. Between seeing the planes, hanging out in play areas, and getting some grub, this is an outing none of them ever want to miss, so they jumped at the opportunity to do so. Ashleigh and I - by default - drew the short straws and accompanied them. Yes, you read correctly: seven kids (six aged six and under) with two adults. As Ashleigh said, listing their ages out loud, "one, two, three, six, six, six (and nine) - we should have seen the warning!".
But we survived. And scored some snacks in the deal. The kids said sad goodbyes to their Papu and Yaya before heading home. Now to enjoy the peace and quiet - for them, I mean. Of course.
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