Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Out of the Mouths of Babes - the Sequil

The day after Aidan uttered his words immortalized in last week's blog, Bryce came for a visit.  Having flourished through his first decade of life, Bryce is now a seasoned sojourner.  Ok, he may just be slightly salty, but it's a start!

We were viewing masks made of his father's and each of his uncles' faces, all done a couple of decades ago.  Bella asked who was who.  Bryce, noting his senior status, took on the challenge.  "This one is Dad," he said, pointing to the one in the middle.  Correct!  "And this one is Uncle Corey," he continued pointing to the one on the left.  Two for two!  "That means this one is Uncle Court."

"No," I teased, "that one is Grampa."  He took a second long look, just to be sure.

"No, Granma, Grampa isn't that hideous."  (Ouch - sorry Court!)  "If he was that hideous, you wouldn't have married him."  (Insert much giggling here from among the assembled.)

"So, Bryce, aren't you glad he wasn't hideous?  Cuz if we didn't get married, your Dad wouldn't be here and without your Dad, you wouldn't be here."  This caused a pause for reflection - followed by renewed giggling.

Thank you, Babe, for being the Grampa to my Granma.  And thanks for not being hideous.  Your oldest grandboy thanks you, too!

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