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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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Indubidibly

Grandboy (selecting a game’s display language): What’s “English (UK)” and “English (US)” and why are they different?

Me: The UK version is the original English and the US version came afterwards.

Grandboy: So now everyone speaks US version, right?

Me: No, loads of people still speak the original English. That’s why you make me say “lever” instead of “lever” so I sound like your YouTube gamers.

Grandboy (adopting a posh attitude): “Oh, yessss, I’d looove a kish, lorvely”

Me: Yes, exactly, that’s how everyone sounds in England… (makes squinty eyes at the boy)

Little squishy

Grandboy (feeling the back of my arm, near the elbow): What happened, grandpa? Your arm used to be so hard. Now it’s soft and kind of squishy.

Me: Ah that’s because of all the pizza.

Grandboy: Oh.

Me: So I guess that means no more pizza when you come visit, right?

Grandboy: Ummm maybe a little squishy is ok

Coal for Christmas

Grandboy: Momma, even if I’m on Santa’s “Good List” I’d still like to get coal as a gift.

Mamasan: Why on Earth would you still want coal?

Grandboy: Well, coal is a really useful thing. You can make fire with it, turn it into a torch, use it to smelt stuff. It’s good to have.

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Ah, the sweet sound of a prepper growing up

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Grandboy: GRANDPA

Me: Hey why the shouting?

Grandboy: Get that fly, grandpa.

(The “mosquito” from earlier was actually a fly)

Me: He’s not hurting you, leave him be.

Grandboy: Nooooo he’s bothering me.

Me: Is he bugging you?

Grandboy (looks sideways at me)

Me: He’s BUGGING you. 

Grandboy (no change in expression)

Me: He’s BUGGING you because he’s a FLY.

Grandboy (no change in expression)

Me: And you should leave him BEE????

Grandboy: ALL RIGHT GRANDPA JUST GET HIM ALREADY OK?!?!?

Ninja cute

Grandboy: GRANDPA

Me: Yes sir. Why are you hollerin’?

Grandboy: There’s a MOSQUITO.

Me: Well, get it.

Grandboy: You don’t understand, it’s too FAAAAST

Me: Ah. You should have taken ninja training classes then.

Grandboy: I DIIID. I am a super ninja.

Me: Well then why aren’t you getting that mosquito?

Grandboy: Well if I used my super ninja tricks I’d (spins in a wide armed circle) destroy this tiny house and I’m thinking of you so (folds hands together) please can you get the mosquito please please please (blinky eyes)

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Ok so the kid doesn’t reveal his ninja skills but he unleashes the cute power pretty quickly, hehe

Ultraviolent Cars

(music. music on truck speakers)

Grandboy: Grandpa who’s that singing that song?

Me: It’s a group called “The Cars”.

Grandboy: Are the called “The Cars” because the sing in cars?

Me: No, that’s just a name they liked, so they are called “The Cars”.

Grandboy: That’s too bad. I like cars. Their song, it sounds like it’s too violent for me.

(The song was, “Let the Good Times Roll”)

Never question me

Grandboy: There’s something you need to know about me: NEVER question me.

Me: Hm… and why not?

Grandboy: Grannnnnddddppppaaaaa. You are QUESTIONING ME.

Me: Am I?

Grandboy: And do you know what happens to people who question me? We fight to the death.

Me: How ’bout a hug instead?

Grandboy: SURE (hug)

Me: Why do you like hugs?

Grandboy: NOT AGAIN

Anti-peer pressure

(Walking the neighborhood)

Me: O hey there are other houses here with flagpoles. I guess I can get one for my house too and no one will mind.

Grandboy (adamant): GRANDPA. Even if no one else has a flagpole that shouldn’t stop you from getting one if it’s nice and you like it. Are you going to do what everyone else does, or what you need to do?!?

Me: Haha, you’re right. You’ve been talking to your momma again, huh, boy?

Walk the dinosaur

Grandboy (playing a video game where he can ride a dinosaur): Grandpa, dinosaurs were a long time ago, right?

Me: Yep. Long time ago.

Grandboy: I feel like, if I would have been born in the 80s I might have seen dinosaurs then, right, grandpa?

Me: Ayep may have been. You could never tell in the 80s.

Hard life

Grandboy (scrolling through images of the USS Titanic sinking): Wow Gwumpa those are sad pictures. Whoever took them must have been brave.

Me: O no, these aren’t pictures. They are paintings. 

Grandboy: What? (scrolling) Where are the photos from people who were there?

Me: They didn’t have mobile phones then. The paintings are made from descriptions of what happened.

Grandboy (processing this new information): No cell phones. That’s a hard life, Gwumpa.

Yep, grandboy, it was. And your grandchildren will wonder how life was possible before spinal implant networking, back when people drove their own vehicles and even owned them as well.