I don’t think Grimm’s Fairy Tales were necessarily written to entertain little children, but I think they may have been written BY them…

The grandboy and I were having a safety discussion after I found he’d unlocked and opened the front door.

This was our debriefing: “Ok now why do you never unlock and open the front door?”

Him: “[Excitedly] Because then the bad mommas come in to the house and and and they eat everyone [sadface] and my momma will be sad.”

Ok, not quite the answer I was looking for but it’ll do, for now ;p

Here’s a new face and a whole new set of adventures!

Watch this space 😀

I don’t know yet if I’m the worst or best gpa ever.

The grandboy wanted fruit snacks, so I had him go into the utility room (with the light on), close the door and go “trick or treating” for them…

He’s moving up to bigger and more complex paint jobs… I’ll put in an order for my truck soon

Here are all the dinosaurs in Dr Grandboy’s recovery room.

They were put in there after the swift arm of Officer Grandboy swept in to stop them from eating all the city’s buildings and cars.

Judge Grandboy ordered them to apologise to the city once they recovered from their wounds

The grandboy, trying to type his name into a computer game:

“Mom mom I need to put something in here what help me mom heeeelp”

“Hey put your name in there. You know how to spell your name. How do you spell your name?”

“With help. Help me mommmma”

Mamasan is working tonight so it’s me tucking in the grandboy:

“Ummm gwumpa I’m thirsty.”

“OK. You are thirsty.” (See comment below)

“May I have some water, gwumpa? You get it for me? That would be great.”

I see a future of middle management ahead of this kid…

We’re in the process of acknowledging his needs but making him explicitly ask for assistance instead of hinting around. 
Clears up future misunderstandings and will probably help him get that raise or bonus when he’s out in the working world. 
If you don’t ask, you don’t get…!

The grandboy, while helping me do dishes:

“Gwumpa I NEVER drink old coffee (as he watches me dump out my thermos) blaughhh. You know why? You know why gwumpa? You know?”

“No, why is that?”

“Because I drink old coffee I’ll be old like you gwumpa I’ll be oooolllld”

“He he yep you’ll turn old all right.”

“Yah and den, and den I turn into a zombie and attack everyone and attack momma and she’ll get mad.”

“Yep better stay away from that old coffee then…”

A younger, more stuffier version of me would have bristled at the thought of a child coating paint on perfectly good toys.

A more experienced, more introspective me sees the value in fine motor skills, self-expression and sense of accomplishment the lad is developing here.

Thank goodness his momma didn’t pick up ALL of her parenting examples from me when she was a youngun