Grogu for the 2 year old

My first grandson turns 2 today. I asked my son what to get him. He said it didn’t make much difference, since he’d destroy it.

I found a Grogu plushie at Target for $14. It ticked all of the boxes: No choke hazard, not easily destroyed, cheap enough that it won’t be missed if he does.

He was actually born the day of his baby shower. I woke up to a message from my son telling me he and his now-fiance wouldn’t make it, which instantly made me wonder why I’d have to commit murder that day. Then he told me her water broke and I went from enraged to overwhelmed with emotion in 4.3 nanoseconds.

The shower went on. I stood there, barely able to keep a conversation going. There was an open bar, but I forewent because I didn’t want to show up for the delivery smelling like a distillery. Actually, I ordered a gin and tonic right at the end of the shower only to have him call and tell us that his now-fiance was in full delivery.

Carter was born 15 minutes later.

I am led to believe that 15 minutes is fast for labor.