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Gwumpa Stories

I'm a gwumpa. A grandfather, more precisely, but to those who matter to these stories, I'm simply Gwumpa. Those are the ones who sing with me when no one else is around to hear my squawking. The ones who think that a dusty old model car is a trophy for winning a racing event, even when told the car was actually a gift from someone long ago. The ones who look at their mom and dad and then at me, and play, "spot the differences" in their heads. The ones who carry on my parents' legacy. I'm very aware of how precious are the moments of clarity the little ones bring to us - if we are tuned in enough to listen to what we are hearing. That's why this site exists... to help me remember this as my life force ebbs and wanes. Perchance to bring a smile to your face. Maybe you have the honour of recognising these these moments, too, with your own children and little grandbitties. If so, you are blessed indeed. Peace and awareness to you , always.

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Peekie boo

Grandboy is running around the house, running and diving behind furniture, then coming out saying, “ah man…”

When asked what he’s doing, the response is, “I playing Hide and Zeke”.

He doesn’t know who Zeke is, either. Although, living in Texas, he’s bound to run into one eventually

Superman and the magical dolphin

Grandboy (holding up some legos pressed together): What is this?

Me: Ummm, ah. It’s a magical dolphin.

Grandboy: NO gwumpa it’s a piece. For a CAR.

Me: Ok.

Grandboy (holding the Piece. For a CAR up again): Gwumpa what is this?

Me: Ummm, ah. It’s a magical dolphin.

Grandboy (distraught) GWUMPA. No you day dat again and I’ll be super mad.

Me: WHAT? You’ll be Superman?! And beat up bad guys? All riiiight!

Grandboy: AHHHHH. GWUMPA!


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Blessings!

Grandboy (from the other room): Achoo

Me (walking in unawares, as I hadn’t heard him sneeze)

Grandboy (scowling)

Me: (puzzled look)

Grandboy: GWUMPA. I sneezed but you no say “Bless you”.  It flew away now.

Me: Ah. That’s ok, you can get blessings at any time.  Bless you!

Grandboy (smiling): Yay thank you gwumpa now say “bless you” to the dog please.  Him sneezed yesterday.


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Important lessons

My daughter is teaching her son two of the most important things I can share with her: 1. How to say ” Thank you” with a grateful heart and 2. How to speak up and lead others when they are failing to do the right thing.

All the reading, riting and rithmetic is valuable, but understanding the first two lessons is key to actually making the world a little bit better.  😀


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Monkeys and cars

Grandboy: Those people, they, they all driving cars.

Me: Yep, they are all driving cars.

Grandboy: Why they driving cars?

Me:  Dunno.  Maybe they are getting food or going to work or seeing friends.

Grandboy: Monkeys don’t drive cars.

Me: Nope.  Monkeys don’t drive cars.  Why not?

Grandboy: Cuz they will crash the cars and hurt people. [BOOM SCREECH] AAAUGH!!!!

Me:  Hm.  YOU don’t drive cars.

Grandboy: No I don’t drive cars, gwumpa [makes face, rolls eyes]

Me: Then you must be a monkey.

Grandboy: NO GWUMPA I a boy.  I a boy not a monkey.

Me: You like bananas.  Monkeys like bananas, and don’t drive cars.

Grandboy.  GWUMPA now my head is hurting.  No more talking please…


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Honky Donkey

“O be careful or you’ll fall down.”

“Yah gwumpa like Honky Donkey.”

(huh?)

“You know, Honkey Donkey he fall down and and he, no one could put him together again.”

“O, THAT Honkey Donkey…”

“Yah he fall down, like this” (falls down and makes a broken face) “and then you have to bury me because I’ll be stinky like Spidey*.

“Pe-you you’re already stinky, Honkey Donkey.”

* (Spidey was a hermit crab who met his crabby maker not too long ago).


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Because it’s fun

Someday I’ll regret answering the grandboy with the answer “Because it’s fun” when i can’t be bothered to provide a proper answer.

Karma’s gonna have fun then 😛


“Why you wiping the table, gwumpa?”

 “Because the table is wet.”
 
“Why the table is wet, gwumpa?”
 
“Because I spilled my coffee.”
 
“Why, why why you spill coffee?”
 
“I don’t know. I was clumsy.”
 
“Why you clumsy gwumpa?”
 
(I’ve used the “Because I’m old” argument in the past and was in a mood)
 
“Because it’s fun.”
 
“Ahhhh ok, ok gwumpa”
 
(I saw this being filed away for future reference and my karma-sense kicked into full tilt)

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