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Me and JP, Conversations with a 5-Year-Old…

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!

When our sweet Inga died early on Halloween, I didn’t want to tell JP and spoil his holiday, so Tuesday we picked him up and went by his house before trick or treating.  We waited until he was over at our house yesterday to break the news.

Me:  Remember how I told you last week that Inga was really sick and she was 14 and that was old for a dog?  Well, she died the other day and now she’s in heaven with Tank.

JP:  But Chief is 14 and he didn’t die.  (Our other dog.)

Me:  I know, but he isn’t sick like Inga was.  Dogs live to different ages.

JP:  Did you see her die or did she just disappear?  (Their dog, Tank, died while they were on vacation so by the time they got home, Tank had disappeared!)

Me:  No, honey, she didn’t disappear.  She died during the night but when we got up in the morning it was just her body left and her spirit went to be in heaven with Tank.

JP:  NANA, WHAT HAPPENED TO HER HEAD??

Me:  What?  (Then I realized what I had said.)  Oh, no, honey, ALL of her was there and Papa and I wrapped her in a soft blanket and took her to the vet.

JP:  Nana, I’m sad that Inga died.

Me:  Me, too, baby.  Me, too.

Then we shared a hug and thank goodness he was satisfied with my answers because I was running out of explanations he could understand.  And smiling about it makes me feel better 🙂

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Me and JP, Conversations with a 5-Year-Old…

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!

Last week and this week we have him everyday after school and on Fridays because the other grandparents are vacationing in Hawaii.  We love Hawaii, too, and JP and his parents went to Maui on vacation with us earlier this year.  He’s just been mesmerized with all things Hawaiian and loves to listen to a CD of famous Hawaiian singer Israel Kamakawiwo’ole.  It’s called Facing Future and you may think you don’t know him because he recorded mostly traditional Hawaiian music.  But I bet you’ve heard his very popular rendition of Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World, his lovely voice backed by only a ukulele, that was used in more than one television commercial!

One of the songs JP likes best is about the history of the islands and how IZ sings that the king and queen would be disappointed to see what has become of their people and their islands over the years.  My grandson takes this to heart and loves to talk about it.

JP:  Nana, are the king and queen of Hawaii dead?

Me:  Well, yes, that was a long time ago.  Now Hawaii is a state in the United States, just like Illinois.

JP:  Okay.

Me:  We don’t have a king and queen, do we?

JP:  Yes, we do.  My dad is the king and my mom is the queen and I’m the boy prince!  But you can just call me the prince.

(His daddy calls him boy prince teasingly, but he does have an AWFUL LOT of toys!  And four very doting grandparents…)

Me and JP, Conversations with a 5 year old…

JP is our youngest grandson who turns 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.  And next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day.  He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!  Can you tell I just love him to pieces?

Many of you know I had breast cancer last year, along with chemo and losing my hair, and it’s growing back in white and curly!  So I thought new pictures of me and JP were long overdue.  I’m debuting them today, along with a very appropriate JP moment 🙂

JP:  Nana, want to play I Spy?

Me:  Sure, you want to go first?

JP:  No, you do it, Nana.

Me:  Okay.  I spy, with my little eye, something white.  (I’m looking at the lampshade in the family room)

JP:  I know, I know.  Is it your hair, Nana??

Me:  Hahaha, no.

Me and JP, Conversations with a 4 1/2 Year Old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my now 4 and 1/2 year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog, Tank, lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me & JP stories here.

Here’s a short conversation we had recently on the way home from preschool as we drove through an area with road construction.

 

JP:  Look, Nana, it’s a Bobcrane.

Me:  (Trying not to laugh, as I know Bob Crane as the former star of Hogan’s Heroes, an old American television war comedy.)  Maybe you meant a Bobcat?

JP:  No, Nana.  *big sigh*  A Bobcat is a digger, you know, they dig up the rocks and things and then put down the dirt and make it smooth so you can walk over it.  A Bobcrane is that big crane with the hook on the end that hooks things and puts them down.

Me:  Well, I’m not sure that’s what they call it.  I thought it was just a crane.

JP:  I’m right, aren’t I, Papa?

 

(I really need to be ready to record these conversations on my phone before I get stuck in the middle of them!)

Me and JP, Conversations with a 4 and 1/2 year-old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my now 4 and 1/2 year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me & JP stories here.

 

 

My son had come to pick JP up Thursday afternoon and for some reason we got to talking about our first dog, Rusty.  He was a Great Dane/Black Lab mix with various other breeds in there, too, probably.  We had him from a few months old until he died of complications from bone cancer when he was about 12 and 1/2.  He was the biggest baby, sweet and gentle, and weighed about 90 pounds.

Me: When Uncle Dave was little, he would sit by the front door to wait for the school bus to pick him up.  And Rusty would wait with him.

JP: Why, Nana?

Me: Well, we could look out the window by the door for when the bus got there.   Rusty would get so excited and wag his tail like crazy when the bus came.  Uncle Dave had to be careful and not let Rusty get too close.  One time Rusty knocked the glasses right off his face with his tail.

JP:  Rusty had glasses???