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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!  This is our conversation in the car on the way home from preschool on Thursday…

 

 

Me:  How are you feeling today?  (He’s been sick and missed two days of school earlier this week.)

JP:  I feel fine.  Do you know what Dr. Pera said?

Me:  No, what did he say?

JP:   He said don’t drink out of somebody else’s glass, don’t eat somebody else’s food and don’t kiss any girls!

Me:  Well, you haven’t been kissing any girls, right?

JP:  No!  (Giggles)

Me:  I guess you can’t kiss your aunts or cousins on Christmas then.

JP:  Like Madison?

Me:  Right.  And not Eileen either.

JP:  And not you, Nana.

Me:  Oh, I think you could kiss me on the cheek.

JP:  Nope.  Dr. Pera said no girls.

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Me:  So how was your day at school today?

JP:  Good.  It’s the first day of winter.

Me:  Is it?  Is it December 21 today?

JP:  Nana, do you have a memory problem?

Me:  <sigh>

 

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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!

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…

JP:  Twenty?

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?

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(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??)

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 🙂

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.