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October 9, 2012 12:00 AM

From painting to pancakes, grandparents’ house is the best

Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house. They lived near the airport, about 40 minutes from our south Kansas City home. My parents either drove us up there, or more often, my grandparents showed up at our house driving a brightly colored car – usually chosen by my Grandma because of its resemblance to an Easter Egg. (I’ll bet you’ve never thought of that criteria when car shopping!)

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