JP is my three-year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog live with us while their new house is being built. One of the best things about having them there is spending time having a quiet heart to heart with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun! Recently we were driving in the car to meet Papa for lunch:
JP: Nana, are we going by the animals?
Me: Yes, but not yet. (On the way, we drive by a property that has big cement animal statues)
JP: Ooh, LOOK at all the Christmas trees! And the GIANT snowman! (In exactly the voice that I would say it to him)
Me: Yep, I see. (Driving by the tree lot)
JP: We have a big Christmas tree, right, Nana?
Me: We do. It’s in the living room, remember?
JP: It’s beeyootiful. And there’s a snow Angel on top that changes color.
Me: A snow Angel, hmm?
JP: Who put it on the tree?
Me: Papa put it on top of the tree.
JP: How did he get it way on top, Nana?
Me: I think he stood on one of the dining room chairs (whoops, rookie mistake!) But you don’t stand on chairs, right? Only grown ups do, right?
JP: Okay, okay (very dismissively) Nana, I can’t see the animals!
Me: I know. Honey, we’re not there yet. It’s a little ways. I’ll tell you which side —
JP: Which side, Nana?
Me: They’ll be on your side, but we’re not there —
JP: (Looking out his window) I CAN’T SEE, THERE’S A CAR BY ME!
Me: Justin Paul, what does Nana say about yelling?
JP: Take a chill pill…