We were walking through the neighborhood and passed a house that had recently suffered severe damage from a fire. My five year old grandson wondered aloud where the man who lived there would sleep now. I told him the man's mom and dad would probably have him come live with them until he could find another place. The little fellow quietly considered that.
I said, "If your house burned down, I would tell your mommy and daddy to bring you and come live with us until you found a different house. If my house burned down could I come live with you?" He was surprisingly quick to respond to that question.
"I don't know. We have rules. You can't pass gas or burp unless you're a kid." Those were definitely not the sort of rules I expected to hear. I think we would be able to live with that. .
I am not sure to whom the credit goes for the following anecdote. I don't believe it was anyone in my family but my notes don't tell me who related it to me. For this reason I couldn't ask anyone's permission to use it. It seems daddy and his son were talking while driving to town. Little boy says, "Daddy, I know the baby is in mommy's tummy but how did it get there?" His daddy was taking his time trying to figure out just how much he should get into that subject when the little boy added, "It's all right if you don't know, daddy."
A young visitor who is very interested in race cars decided during his visit with us to ask Wells Blue Bunny Ice Cream to be his sponsor when he is a Nascar driver. He was also dreaming aloud about his future car. He decided against bunny ears on the hood because they would cause drag but is considering using a carrot as a hood ornament. He also proved to be quite a lady's man. He was watching our daughter-in-law, Katie, set out food for her little boy. He asked, "Are you Charlie's Mom?"
"Yes," Katie replied, "why do you ask?"
"I just thought you might be his teenaged sister," little Fielden said with all sincerity.
"How is that for a line from a five year old?" Katie asked laughing. "He has just become my best friend and I am taking him along home to Kansas City with me."
Rosy tells about her grandson who received a bank as a gift. He was going around asking for pennies for his bank. When he got to her she told him she was sorry but she didn't have a penny. "Then can I have a dollar?" he asked.
My last two little kid's stories seem appropriate as we are still in the Thanksgiving mood. Our son who lives in Milwaukee wanted to use our pickup for a couple of days. My husband had a cold and didn't think he should go along so one of our local sons and his little boy went with me. When the Wisconsin grandchildren saw Grandpa's gray pickup drive up, they were surprised and a little disappointed that he wasn't in it.
That evening before eating our meal we were each saying something for which we were grateful. The thoughts expressed were what we would expect until it was 2-year-old Ellie's turn to pray. She had her little head bowed and wore this sad look as she said, "Because Grandpa couldn't come." Our hope was that she had forgotten we were talking about the things we were thankful for.
A proud grandpa stopped by to share an essay written by his 8 year old grandson. It was titled "My Hero". The boy gives a brief outline of what he knows about his grandpa's background and why what he is told by this grandpa has an effect on him. He likens his visits to having a daddy living in the house for a few weeks. He says grandpa wants him to do his best even if it is just cutting up paper. He learned how to clean a shower drain (he calls it disgusting work) from Grandpa in addition to "...a lot of normal household stuff too. Believe it or not, I can give a mean foot rub!" But the part of his essay that delighted me the most was the way he ended it. "...and he is my hero until pie grows wings and talks in seven different languages."
Wouldn't it be great if everyone had a child who loved and admired with that intensity and for that length of time? Maybe we do. All we have to do to earn it i