Three of my grandchildren are visiting Wayne and me this week.  (Their parents tagged along, too!)   As soon as we landed, I grabbed the kids with their backpacks and headed to the house, leaving Jenny Adele and Kevin to deal with the luggage. The kids weren’t in the house two minutes before they changed into their swimming gear, raced to the pool and plunged into the water. After a five-hour plane ride and another two hours in the car, they were more than ready to play.  I can describe the experience in one word:  cannonball.  Wayne and I got into the water with them, and we all had a blast.  In fact, we were having so much fun that we didn’t hear Jenny Adele or Kevin arrive . . . with all those suitcases.  It’s so much fun being a grandma!