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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.

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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???

 

Me & JP, Conversations With a 4 Year Old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my 4-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.

Me:  Nana L has something to do next Wednesday so you’re going to come by our house.  Do you want to stay overnight Tuesday after we pick you up from preschool?

JP:  Sure.  Which Tuesday, Nana?

Me:  Next week, after Easter.

JP:  But, Nana, Tuesday doesn’t come after Easter.  Monday comes after Easter.

Me:  Ah, okay, that’s true.  I meant the Tuesday after the Monday after Easter!

JP:  You’re not always right, are you, Nana?

Me and JP, Conversations with a Four Year Old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my 4 year old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us for several months 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 and JP stories here.

 

JP:  Nana, want to play something?

Me:  How about we we play with this farm sticker book?

JP:  Sure, Nana.  This is the mama cow and this one is the daddy cow.

Me:  Well, I think you call the daddy cow a bull.

JP:  No, this is a daddy cow cause he’s bigger.

Me:  But do you see this pink bag under the cow?  That’s called an udder.

JP:  Yep, that’s where the cow gives us milk.

Me:  That’s right, you are so smart!  You squeeze there to get milk.  And the mama cows give us milk.

JP:  And you squeeze to get meat.

Me:  Well, no, honey, just milk.

JP:  Then how does the cow share his meat with us?

I look at my son, shades of deja vu, because years ago when he was 4 or so he asked me how animals protected their meat from hunters.  I think he thought the cows stood in front of stacks of plastic wrapped steaks and ground beef at the grocery store.

Me:  Let’s ask Daddy.

Daddy:  His muscles, buddy.  He shares his muscles.

JP:  Want to see my muscles, Daddy?

Whew, crisis averted.  I remember the day I found out where eggs came from and didn’t want to eat them for weeks.  I still don’t like to think about it too much!

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