When my first granddaughter Lacywas about three or four years old,she was my favorite shopping buddy! Icould take her for an afternoon ofshopping, and unlike a lot of youngchildren, she never asked for anything. On one of these shopping outings inearly spring, Lacy and I had been inseveral stores and now we were in aWalMart. As always I had put her in thefront of a cart so she could stand andreach all the pretty items. We went upand down several aisles looking ateverything. When we got into thechildren’s section, she would reachout, take a dress off the rack and say,“Oh Gramma, isn’t this one pretty?”After we both admired it she would hang When my first granddaughter Lacywas about three or four years old, she was my favorite shopping buddy! Icould take her for an afternoon ofshopping, and unlike a lot of youngchildren, she never asked for anything. On one of these shopping outings inearly spring, Lacy and I had been inseveral stores and now we were in aWalMart. As always I had put her in thefront of a cart so she could stand andreach all the pretty items. We went up and down several aisles looking ateverything. When we got into thechildren’s section, she would reachout, take a dress off the rack and say, “Oh Gramma, is not this one pretty? ” After we both admired it she would hang