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And Then She Said. . .

65191_4183432700510_2056845522_nCar conversations can be very revealing especially with my loquacious grandest.

Picture this: I brace myself at the wheel for the whirlwind tousled blond climbing into the booster seat in back, kind teacher pushing, shoving, buckling her in while my little one yells good bye out the window to a waiting line of classmates. I pull out laughing and we sing, making up our own rendition to Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Lots of animals included here. After dogs came cats. Kittens with tiny meows and then I roared. She said, “Are you a lion?” And this is the point of ‘and then she said.’ A learning opportunity.

“A lioness is ferocious protecting her cubs. When I had little kids and even now, I’m like a lioness always trying to keep bad people and bad things away from my children. Just the same way your mom protects you and takes care of you.”

Quiet in the back for a moment. And then she said in a firm tough voice, “I can take care of myself. If a bad guy comes near me I’ll punch him in the nose and kick him in the butt. Don’t worry about me, Grans.”

We talked about Taekwando, mommy,lions and rounded the corner in her peaceful neighborhood. My cell phone announced musically a call from her mom. I handed it to my darling five year old. As she walked away for privacy I heard her say in a little girl voice, “Hi Mommy, how soon are you coming home?”

And Then She Said. . .

581902_4719483621448_1051686298_nMy grandest celebrated the last, hopefully, snow storm of 2013 by building the funniest snowman I’ve ever seen, twigs for arms, something nefarious for eyes and lipstick for a smiley mouth Then she ran to the basement, found her stash of summer stuff and came returned with two pails to fill with snow. Snow castles ringed the snowman already melting. With all the exuberance her five year old self could manage, she stomped all over the front yard. Suddenly she yelled, “Grans, I’ve got to show you something.” Always at her beck and call, what exactly does that mean and why. Anyone? I came running, no jacket but who cares. My grandest calls. “Look. I found three gorgeous purple flowers.” Yes, she said gorgeous. “Those are crocus, honey. The first flowers of spring. I planted them close to the house where it’s warmer.  Soon more will blossom.” “Cool,” my blond beauty says and drags me from bush to bush, plant to plant to discuss horticulture and plans for trimming, digging and stuff.

You have to love your grand kids, folks. You have fun, teach the stuff their parents don’t have time for, say bye-bye and you don’t have to pay for college.