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 here is spending time talking with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun!
We’ve all been fighting colds and guess who started it? That’s right, my little JP. His fever is gone but he’s still coughing and sounds like the cutest little foghorn! His daddy left town on business today and to pass his germs on to a whole other state. So sorry, airline passengers. Mommy had to make some calls for work, so Papa and I were keeping an eye on the little one. Papa was lying on the couch and JP and I were in the recliners in the family room.
Me: So, did you go to “Make it and Take it” at the library today with Nana L?
JP: Nana, I’m working on my tablet. (Gee, I wonder where he hears that?)
Me: Well, can’t you talk to me and play on your tablet?
JP: No, you can talk to Papa.
Me: Papa’s eyes are closed. I think he’s resting.
JP: Look, Nana, his eyes are open!
Me: Do you want Nana to make you some nice warm tea to drink?
JP: Nana, tea is for grown ups. And coffee is for grown ups. Hot chocolate is for little kids.
Me: Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate?
JP: No, I want a Diet Coke.
Me: Uhm, no.
JP: Nana, are you sad?
Me: I’m sad because you’re coughing so much. I don’t like it when you feel bad.
JP: Do you want me to hug you so you feel better?