The sunlight pokes its fingers through the blinds as the grandboy tigger-bounces into the bedroom.
“GWUMPA gwumpa wot you doin? Wot you doing gwumpa?”
“Sleeping.”
“WHY? The sun is up time to get up. Wot you doing gwumpa?”
“Lying in bed, boy, lying in bed.”
“A LION?!?!?” he misunderstands on purpose, “Quick HIDE hide gwumpa!!” [jumps onto the bed and scrambles under the covers, elbows and knees strategically finding their way in all my soft spots]
“SHHHHHH” he shushes at the top of his whisper voice.
Quiet.
More quiet.
Then, a little hand pokes out from under the blanket, and i hear a muffled, “wrrunnn”.
‘What?” I pull up the blanket.
“I SAAIIIDDD, I need a wrench.”
“Why do you need a wrench?” and hand him an imaginary wrench.
“SHHHH.” He scoots back under the blanket.
Another tiny hand pokes out, and a shouty voice, “SCREWDRIVER!”
I hand him a screwdriver.
Again the hand and voice, “ANOTHER KIND OF SCREWDRIVER!”
I lift the blanket and ask, “Sooo what happened to the lion?”
“GWUMPA.” pulls the blanket back on himself but not all the way, “You can’t drive away from the lion in a bwoken jeep. I fixing the jeep but be quiet or the lion eat you.”
And so the day begins 😀
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