The grandboy decided all of his army men had defected and deserved a suitable punishment.

So all of his toy cars were sent out to eat them.

His mother blamed me for his frame of mind and style of justice.

The grandboy and I are building a city before bedtime.

“Why you can build this?” he asks as we build structures.

I ponder the question.  Why indeed?  We build cities to house our people, to show how grand we are, to leave something behind that shows we were here once and made a difference.

I start to answer, but slowly, as I can’t think of a way to share this with him in a way he can understand.  But I’m cut off.

“O gwumpa I know! You can build this because you got the blocks!”

Ah the age-old reason.  Because it’s there.

Oh and here’s the video you’ll be thinking of for a while after reading this post:

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I’m reading to the grandboy before his nap.

He picks up a toy mobile phone and starts talking: “Ok hold on; I’m reading a story with gwumpa, I’ll call you back later.”

I suppress a giggle and continue to read.  He starts pushing buttons on the phone.

“Hey,” I stop, “are you listening to the story or playing?!?”

“GWUMPA”, comes the reply, “I’m TEXTING my MOM”

The grandboy has declared it is imporant not to let muddy footpimps in the house. I most heartily agree