The grandboys, Thursdays w/ me and Eye Spy:
I get my grandboys every Thursday while their mom works her 'late' night... I often deliver them to her at work to facilitate an earlier arrival home for them...
Me: I spy something blue... (sitting in mom's work parking lot, facing and choosing a small, metal handicap parking sign)
Elijah (5) and brother Matthew (7) make multiple guesses until mommy comes out of work...
Me: Ok, guys, mommy's here... give up?
E&M: YEEEEESS!! What IS it??
Me: See the sign over there...? It has blue with some red writing on it?
E&M: Looking everywhere but where I'm pointing, of course... "No, what is it??"
Me: (realizing maybe using the correct label of what I've 'spied' will be more recognizable for them) "See the handicap parking sign over there...?"
Elijah: (leaning up between the seats, very excitedly exclaiming) "YES!! The one with the GRAMPA on it!!"
::fade to black with loud laughter and one puzzled 5 y.o.::
Me, Emily and Tacos:
Emily, age 4ish... I would drive her to daycare each morning, hand jacked back between the seats so I could hold her hand all the way to 'school' (losing ALL feeling!) and then pick her up each evening and hear all about her day...
Em: "Mommy, mommy, I leawned a new nuwsewy whyme today at school, you wanna heaw it??"
Me: "Of course I want to hear it, go ahead!"
Em: "Ok... Maaawy, Maaawy, quite contwawy, how does youw gaah-den gwow? Wif' silvew bellws and taco shellws an' pwetty maids allw inna wow...!"
::uncontrolled laughter, baffled toddler::
Michael David Awful Dean and Budding Independence:
Michael, age 6ish, hands on buffet, feet back and spread so he's almost doing a push-up, one leg swinging back and front... each of us asserting some long forgotten point...
Me: "Michael, I said yes..."
Michael: "Noooo, mommy..."
Me: "Michael David, I said yes!"
Michael: "No, mommy, I don't want to..."
Me: "And why not, Michael David...?!"
Michael: "Pee-cause me saaaay so, mommy!"
::stifled laughter from behind my hand::
Emily Sarah and Budding Independence:
Emily, age 7ish, butt leaning on the side of her bed, arms folded across her chest, me standing in her doorway & her back to me... each of us asserting some long forgotten point...
Me: "No, Emily..."
Em: "Yes, mommy!"
Me: "I said no, Emily, and I mean it and I don't want to hear another word about it!"
::I turn to leave the room::
Em: (muttered under her breath to my back) "Yooouuu bitch!"
::stifled guffaws from the bathroom where I sequestered myself as I marveled that not only did my 7 year old SAY what she said, but with appropriate application and vehemence::
Michael David and Pirate Ships:
Michael, age 7ish... insanely proud owner of an enormous Fisher Price pirate ship with lots of lovely, losable little men and pieces that he played with night and day... discussing some topic with his step-dad, Mark, who's made some point to Michael D...
Michael: "No it isn't, new-Mahk"
Carlock: "Sure it is, Buddy..."
Michael: "Nuh uh, new-Mahk... liar, liar, BOAT's on fire!"
::peales of laughter from both adults, another perplexed young'un::
The Ponies:
A former co-worker's friend recently took her granddaughter to the mall to ride the hobby horses. The grandmother put several quarters into the machine but nothing happened and finally, she had to tell her granddaughter she didn't have any more money. That evening when the granddaughter's parents picked her up, they asked her what she and her grandmother had done that day.
Her reply: "Well, Grandma lost all her money on the horses." =D
Radio Edit...
I took the grandboys with me to my son's final (senior year) parents' night band presentation (senior year)... the entire band marches in the public entrance to the auditorium behind the audience, drum corp first and going directly to the stage, the rest of the band behind them and ringing the auditorium and essentially giving us a concert 'in the round'...
The band plays full volume as though they're on the field and it's thundrous and absolutely resplendent!
The boys, now 7 and 5, were TOTALLY mezmerized and never moved except to stare in awe around the auditorium at all the teenagers playing their hearts out at full volume...
I often, on our way to meet their mom at her work, put on a few of our favorite "toe-tappin'" songs and me and the boys will sing along at full volume with them often asking me to "Play it again, Grammommy!"...
So at the end, of the parents' night band concert, as the last notes were fading away... the littlest grandboy turns to me and says, "Hey, Grammommy..."
"Yes, Elijah?"
Elijah, continuing to look wide-eyed around the auditorium at all the band members, "We should get that music for our radio!" =D
**** I'll continue to update when I think of more or when more material's made available to me but in the meantime let me say that here's one of the many reasons I love to be around kids... there is NO better laughter or enjoyment in this world than the usually unintended humour of a child and I, for one, love to soak in the joy it gives my little universe. ****
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