Grandboy (running from the gate to the house, with galloping dogs in tow): STAAAAMMMMPEEEEED

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Good to know truth in news reporting still exists 😊

Me: The word, “fire” is an odd word.

Grandboy: Why is that, grandpa?

Me: Well, “fire” can burn something, and you can “fire” a weapon, and a boss can “fire” a person. Same word but they have different meanings.

Grandboy (thinking)

Grandboy: No, they come from the same thing. A “fire” can hurt you by burning you. And someone can “fire” a gun and can hurt you. And when a boss “fires” someone they usually kick the guy out of the door with a BIG BOOT. And that can hurt you.

Me: Huh.

Grandboy: So they kind of DO mean the same thing!

Me: You figured it out. Would you like some fire pizza?

Grandboy: Ah! No thank you

Grandboy: Can I have some ice cream?

Me: Nope. Can’t have ice cream for breakfast.

Grandboy: Awwwww. Please?

Me: Nope.

Grandboy: But when?

Me: After lunch.

Grandboy (thinking)

Grandboy: Can we have some lunch now?

Grandboy: “…boss baby.”

Me: Would you like to be a boss baby?

Grandboy: No.

Me: Why not?

Grandboy: Why do you always ask me things? AAUGH that’s like me asking me your deepest darkest secret.

Me: Ok.

Grandboy: So… What IS your deepest darkest secret?

Me: That I have a grandson who doesn’t want to tell me why he doesn’t like to be a boss baby.

Grandboy: AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH

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Later:

Grandboy: Are you writing this? Stop writing this.

Me: Why?

Grandboy: Because.

Me: It doesn’t matter, no one reads these anyway 🙂

Grandboy: O you’re the best grandpa ever.

Me: Yes.

Grandboy (looking over my shoulder): I DID NOT SAY THAT.

Me: Hee hee