First the worst.

Oh dear, the good byes have started already.
I forgot that part of the 'leaving everything behind' included friends and family.

Well I hadn't really forgotten. Blocked it out would be more accurate.

I recall in the early years of primary school there was a chant the kids used to sing on many a lunch break.
It went "First the worst, second the best, third the fairy princess."
It doesn't really make any sense and was probably made up by some sore looser one day to make them feel better about not winning. But never the less it stuck.
There would be a race to the tree being run. Best efforts were made. Then someone (probably from the back of the pack) would pipe up with the "first the worst" chant. Suddenly the whole race was thrown into turmoil. No one wanted to finish first. There ended up being a crowd at the tree waiting for someone to touch it so they could get in second. Actually all the boys wanted second. Girls would happily take third too. Not the boys. No sir-ee!

So anyway the point of that little piece of useless information was to prove that the first good bye was the worst... so far.

We farewelled my parents. Actually they are leaving us but it is still  a good bye all the same.

They make fantastic grand parents.They made pretty good parents. They are the best parents I have ever had. But they truely excel at being grandparents. I love the relationship they have with Little Miss. I really love her having that. They all need each other. I dont mind being in the mix either. I am sure I register there somewhere still. Although the lime light is definately directed towards the midget performer.

But apparently we are not getting away that easily. They have camper, will travel. Or Granny and Pops Cubby Car as Little Miss has dubbed it. She was very impressed with it, and cant believe they took it away from her. And they have reached a whole 'nother level of cool in her eyes. My too admittedly. So its not really good bye. More like see ya soon.

OK so see ya soon