Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Who is that guy?”
Me: “What guy?”
LMT: “The guy in this picture with Grandma.”
Me: “That’s me, honey.”
LMT: “I don’t think so.”
Me: “It’s me, just a really long time ago.”
LMT: “Like, thirty five hundred years ago?”
Me: …
Me: “Pretty much.”
LMT: “Can I play that game on your phone?”
Me: “No, we’re at Grandma’s house to see Grandma, not play on phones.”
LMT: “I want to play that app.”
Me: “Let’s try the app called ‘Talk To Grandma’.”
LMT: (waves at Grandma) “Hi.”
Grandma: “Oh hello, Honey. What classes are you taking in…”
LMT: (looks at me) “Can I play on your phone now?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Grandma, look! I’m wearing heels!”
Grandma: “Oooh… Pretty. How is your balance?”
(LMT falls)
Grandma: “Oh no! Are you OK?”
LMT: “I fell on my butt.”
Grandma: “Did you hurt your bottom?”
LMT: “It’s OK. It already has a crack in it.”
Grandma: (stunned silence)
Very Vocal Viking 