Flash Arrow

Grandboy is running around in nothing but his superhero underwear. And carrying a clothes hanger.

“I superhero! I Flash Arrow!” He cries as he does a parkour move into the bedroom.

“You’re Flash? Fast as an arrow?” I misunderstand on purpose.

“NOOO GWUMPA I Flash ARRROW. A new cacature” he corrects me. “See my arrow?” Holds up the hanger like a bow, and like I did as a kid.

“Flash ARRROW” he shouts, and apparently the bow doubles as an arrow as the thing flies across the room.

“Well Flash Arrow let’s flash into some clothes and put your arrow back in the closet for another day.”

“Gwumpaaaaa…”

Wamalemon

Grandboy and his momma came home with a wamalemon. It was a small one but still a little larger than a camelope.

“Gwumpa come ‘ere”

“Where?”

“Over here”

“Where are you?”

“I’m over HERE”

“Where?!? I’m walking around and don’t see you 🙁 ”

(giggle)

People small enough to fit inside cabinets are challenging at times 🙂