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 talking with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun! Here are some snippets of conversations with him:
JP: I have to go potty, Nana.
Me: Okay, run, quick like a bunny.
JP: You come too.
Me: Okay, I’m right behind you, my little dove.
JP: You’re silly, Nana.
Me: Justin, please stop making that noise! (When he’s making a siren sound over and over)
JP: I have a great idea, Nana. How about if you cover your ears?
Me: What are you doing? There’s tissue everywhere.
JP: These are my pets, Nana. I’m brushing them.
Me: Well, not that rooster ornament. See how he’s all bristly? It’s making the Kleenex get all over the couch.
JP: (Lower lip trembling) Sorry, Nana.
Me: It’s okay, I’m not mad. There’s the big Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Why don’t you brush him?
JP: Okay! (Scrubbing the reindeer’s eyes and under his tail) Like Mommy cleans Tank. (Their bulldog)
JP: Daddy has big muscles.
Me: I know, he’s a big guy.
JP: His butt is big, too.
Me: Hey, Bugs, you can come in. I’m almost done getting dressed. (Trying to wriggle into jeans that were just washed and dried. Ladies, you’ve all been there, right?)
JP: Nana, are you dancing?