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!
The other night we were reading books before bedtime. He wanted to read one of his first books, one with pictures of farm animals and buttons to press that make animal sounds.
JP: What is the mama sheep called, Nana?
Me: A ewe. You spell it E-W-E.
JP: Eww like when you touch something icky?
Me: Well, something like that…
JP: Like eww, I touched poop?
Me: (Laughing) Yes, like that, I guess…
JP: Eww, like you touched pooky pee, Nana?
Me: (Still laughing) Yes, yes, just like that…
Papa: It’s actually pronounced “you.” You know, U-W-E.
Me: (Rolling my eyes at my husband, the engineer.)