Grandboy (eyeballing what’s left of my piece of his birthday cake): Gwumpa I really like that part (pointing at the frosting)… Really I like it a lot (points closer). I like that part of your cake. THAT PART (nearly touching the frosting now)

Me (gently knocking his hand up in the air): Oi boy, you have some of THAT PART on YOUR OWN cake, haha. This one’s mine.

Learning about boundary lines and property rights may save his life someday…

Grandboy: Why the Christmas lights outside shut off in the daytime?

Me: O that’s because of the photoelectric cells. They see the sun is up and flip the switch to cut off the flow of electricity to the lights.

Grandboy: Oooooh. And when it’s darktime the phonolen thing it turns on the lights.

Me: Yep.

Grandboy: But I can PRETEND they turn on and off with MAGIC, right?

Me: Sure! Nothing wrong with pretending about magic. Boom you’re a monkey.

Grandboy: Now I’m hungry Gwumpa. I can have banana now?

Ok I may be a gwumpa but no, whipped cream sandwiches are definitely NOT on the breakfast menu.

Even I have my limits.

Now whipped cream on OATMEAL, now there’s a meal I can sign off on.  Eat up, boy.

(Walking) Me: Here, stay on the inside while we walk, ok? Part of my job is to keep you safe.

Grandboy: Well Gwumpa part of MY job is to keep you on the sidewalk. Hold my hand gwumpa.

We look out for each other like that.

How To Start Teaching Philosophy To The Littleuns

Grandboy (after receiving new information): “Gwumpa, you not LYING to me, are you?”

Me: “Well if I told you I was lying, would you believe me?”

Grandboy: “Yes. Um. No…. Um. Hm. I don’t know, why you say that? Now my head is all crazy.”