Me: “How was your day with Grandma?”
My oldest, age 14: “She caught me trying to use The Force to pick up a book that was out of reach, and now she thinks I’m weird.”
Me: “I’ve tried to use The Force almost every day since about 1982. Grandma thinks I’m weird, too.”
Oldest: “You are weird.”
Me: “Thank you.”
Oldest: “You’re welcome.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Daddy, read this book to me.”
Me: “Oh, my. Well, you see… that is your mother’s copy of Where the Wild Things Are from when she was your age. Look here! There’s an inscription from grandma and…”
LMT: “Just read the book.”
I’ve been eating so much better lately.
At a picnic, I deserve to have a little tiny brownie, right?
See? Just one tiny bite… oh so good.
SO GOOD.
I forgot.
I forgot about brownies.
OH GOD… so soft and warm and gooey — OUT OF THE WAY GRANDMA THOSE ARE MINE!
Very Vocal Viking 