JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!
The daughter of a friend of mine is a realtor and was hosting a Christmas party for friends and family last weekend. She asked that we bring our grandkids for crafts and snacks and a visit with Santa. I thought JP would be delighted to party…
Me: How about we go to a party on Saturday morning?
JP: What kind of a party?
Me: A Christmas party. My friend Donna’s daughter is having it. There will probably be cookies and juice to drink.
JP: How many people will there be? Eight?
Me: Well, probably…
Me: Maybe… and Santa will be there, I think.
JP: No, that’s okay. I don’t want to go.
Me: You can stay by me the whole time. We can just wave to Santa from across the room if you want.
JP: Nana, why can’t you take one of your other grandkids?
(So, he changed his mind and went with and by the time we left, he’d written a list of what he wanted for Christmas and had to give it to Santa Claus. And eaten two doughnut holes, three cookies, some orange juice and a bottle of water. But isn’t it weird to plop your little one on the lap of an old bearded stranger in a bright red suit and expect them to be okay with that??)