A breathless grandboy came running up to me, wiping his face.

“GWUMPA gwumpa hey gwumpa look hey gwumpa gwumpa AAGH hey”

“Hm. What’s the problem?”

“Gwumpa i ran into spider web. Spider web on my face.  Look see see look spider web on my face!  Spider web.”

[looking] “I don’t see it.  I think you got it all off.”

“I don’t like spiders.  Gwumpa go kill it.”

“No he’s fine.  He was outside.  You walked into HIS house.  He should be mad at YOU.”

[he doesn’t buy the argument, crosses his arms] “Hmph.  Don’t like spiders”

“Spiders outside are good.  They eat mosquitoes and bugs and stuff.  Just watch where you are walking and you both will be ok.”

“Ok but he don’t come into MY house gwumpa”

“Good plan, sir.  I like that.”

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Gwumpa chase me chase me chase me GWUMPA CHASE MEEEEE

[hmph]

Ok gwumpa it’s ok just PRETEND to chase me, ok?

[runs]

HAHAHAHA WEEEEE

I was chasing the grandboy around the couch to get the little nerf football from him.  He had just got back from visiting with his uncle who is an American football fan, so he is in sports mode now.

As we were racing around the couch he pulls out a pretend handgun and shoots me down and then does a little dance.

I throw a red flag on the play.  Everyone knows grandstanding is unsportsmanlike.

The grandboy’s taken the ‘why” question out into psychology realm now.

Grandboy: “GWUMPA gwumpa i’m thirsty gwumpa I’m thirsty.  May I have some water please?”

Me: “Ok sure [I hold two cups out] which one would you like, the red cup or the blue cup?”

Grandboy: “The RED one gwumpa, red one please.”

Me [filling up the red cup]: “Ok here’s water in the red cup.”

Grandboy: “Why?”

Me [confused]: “Why what?  Why am I pouring water or why did you pick the red cup or why did you want water?”

Grandboy: “Why i can choose the RED cup, gwumpa?  Why red?”

Me: “O I don’t know.  You chose it.  Why did you choose the red one?”

Grandboy: “I’ll have to think about that.”