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Month: May 2015

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Because it’s fun

May 31, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments

Someday I’ll regret answering the grandboy with the answer “Because it’s fun” when i can’t be bothered to provide a proper answer.

Karma’s gonna have fun then 😛

“Why you wiping the table, gwumpa?”

 “Because the table is wet.”
 
“Why the table is wet, gwumpa?”
 
“Because I spilled my coffee.”
 
“Why, why why you spill coffee?”
 
“I don’t know. I was clumsy.”
 
“Why you clumsy gwumpa?”
 
(I’ve used the “Because I’m old” argument in the past and was in a mood)
 
“Because it’s fun.”
 
“Ahhhh ok, ok gwumpa”
 
(I saw this being filed away for future reference and my karma-sense kicked into full tilt)

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Driving me batty

May 25, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments

Ah the advantages of having an alter ego.

Grandboy did his nighttime routine when momma’s at work… Toilet, teeth, story, prayers, etc.

I’d wondered why he donned his Batman mask half-way through. I didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Gwumpa i need to go potty.” [smiles]

I did the grandfatherly grunt. “But you already went.”

“No i didn’t. I Batman. BATMAN have to go potty now…”

He’s got at least three old halloween getups. Could be a long night 😀

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Here, have a baton

May 24, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments
Hands Passing Baton at Sporting Event

The passing on of family traditions and lines of thought is so important. Today the grandboy was pretending to be a shark.

“You afwaid, you afwaid of me gwumpa?”

Playing along, i said yes, i was afraid.

I recognized the gleam in his eye as he saw I had fallen into his trap.

“NICE TO MEET YOU, AFWAID! I IS A SHARK”

Hehehe well played, youngun, well played

Photo credit: tableatny 

Guidance from the maddest men of all

May 17, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments

Breakfast.

Little one, being a little stubborn.

“NO Gwumpa, no want food for breakfast.”

I offer a single bit of cereal. “Here, I got a new type (it really was a new type, I wasn’t lying).  Try this out and see if you like it.  You don’t have to eat the whole bowl.  I’m just testing to see if you like this new one.”

[nom]

I walk away.

The little one pipes up. “HEY GWUMPA I LIKE IT.  I can have more?  With milk in it?”

The gods of Madison Avenue were smiling.

A smashing concept

May 16, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments

The grandboy and I are discussing physics.  Gravity and mass, specifically.  He conceptually understands that mass attracts mass and that’s what makes things fall and stuff.

He also knows that everything has mass (we’ll go into the neutrino debate later on, once I study up on that).

The tree has mass.  The ball has mass.  The dog has mass.  His head has mass.  Etc.

So what does he say when he jumps on a stick and breaks it?

“I don’t have mass today, gwumpa.  Today I have SMASH.”

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What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine

May 15, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments

“No, gwumpa,” chirped a small voice as I poured a cup of juice, “I don’t want juice please.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, “well, it’s not for you.”

[three, two, one…],

“…but you can have some of mine maybe…”

“Ah yes please!  Want your juice.”

—–

A little mental elbow grease sometimes gets things moving along.

 

 

Photo credit: Eyelashes of a Blue Skinned God

 

 

Not a cup gwumpa

May 10, 2015 Uncategorized 0 Comments

I made the mistake of picking up some cups that were embedded in the grandboy’s collection of toys.

“No don’t please don’t pick it up.”

“I need to pick up the cups so we can wash them.”

“Not a cup gwumpa.” [looks at my hand] “That’s a freeze chamber. Need freeze chamber to stop bad guys gwumpa.”