Gwumpa Stories

Grandson found a new way to defy authority.

He’s scattered my 8 pieces of bubblewrap film (each about 8 feet long) around the house in what appears to be strategic places.

Then when he does something he’s not supposed to, and me or his momma go over to stop him, our frustration and parental gravitas is extinguished when we walk (or sometimes run) to where he’s doing his shenanigans.

“HEY I TOLD YOU NOT (pop pop) to (pop) (giggle) do (pop) (giggle) hey look i can pop too (pop pop pop)”

Teaching the littleun about yardwork and coffee breaks. And spiders.

“Spidurrrr!!” cries he.

“Spider? Oh yah, that’s a spider.”

“Spidurrrr!!”, he repeats, still unsure of the situation.

“It’s ok. It won’t get you.”

“Won’t get youuuu?”

“No, unless it’s a jumpy spider.”

“Ohhhhh”

“Let’s see… what kind IS it? Hmmm.” [we get closer]

[me] “A JUMPY SPIDER!!! AHHHH”

[he] “Ahhhhhh!!!!1!!”

Awww how sweet. Grandson gave me a kiss before his noontime nap.

O wait, now he’s kissing the dog, his toys, and his tonka truck.

So it’s not an exclusive club I’m in, haha

Saturday morning. I’m working on my project which is due on Monday morning in Austin.

The grandson is nearby, playing with his armada of cars, arranging and rearranging them in neat lines in what i presume are strategic positions.

He stands back, critiques the scenario, and makes slight adjustments to the ranks as he sees fit. Then he maneuvers the cars and sometimes crashes them into each other. But not always, just sometimes, and only under certain (unknown to me) conditions.

He’s jabbering away to himself, occasionally giving orders to the drivers in the cars using whatever magical language it is he speaks these days. I hear his playing punctuated by the occasional “boom”, “waah”, “uh oh”, and “you ok?” now and again.

Suddenly out of seemingly nowhere, he DJ-drops a perfect “Dr Evil” BWAHAHAHA laugh into the mix.

I don’t know whether or not to be impressed or scared. Probably a little of both.

I learned that when the grandson says ‘choochoocar’ he means, ‘train engine’ but when he says ‘peepeecar’ he means ‘crayon”

Language is a funny thing

O dear, I believe I’ve taught my grandson the primary rule of gov’t budgeting… Instead of using less, find reasons to get more. 🙁

We’ve taught him to wipe off the crayon marks he puts on the fridge. He uses a spray bottle of water. These are special easy clean crayons.

He likes cleaning so much that now he’s marking everything so he can use the bottle.

We’ve had a talk about that and now he knows it’s ok to clean just for the fun of it, without having to use the crayons as part of the process 🙂