Conversations with Grands

Last week I supervised my 14-year old grand daughter as she baked a beautiful apple-blueberry pie.  It was not only a pleasure to the taste buds, but it was beautifully crafted as well.  Almost six-year old Z-bub was all about that pie the rest of the morning.  

"Where is the pie?" He worried at lunch.

I told him we would serve it at dinner.

When our evening meal arrived he took one look on the patio table and declared, "I don't see the pie!"

"We need to eat our dinner first," I told him and we began serving up our barbecue chicken and corn on the cob.

Z-bub took several bites and declared that he had eaten and was ready for dessert.

"Z-bub, the rest of us are still eating our dinner," Grandpa reprimanded him quietly.  "You are going to have to be patient and wait.  Maybe you could even eat a few more bites off that plate while you wait?"

We went on with the meal and he began to chow down with his normal appetite in command.  That is when I suddenly remember that I promised to call someone at 6:30.

"OH!  MY!" I exclaimed.  "What time is it!?"

"It's time for Pie!" Z-bub immediately responded.   

The pie lover is on the far left below.  Then 9 year old Evalina, 7-year old Curlymop, almost 4-year old Dinkum Devo, and 2-year old Mizelle.

(Photo of me and five of my ten grand children, taken by my daughter Amanda. My old Canon Power Shot)

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In mid-June we were trying to decide if we wanted to go to an afternoon matinee.  That is until I added up the ticket price for two adults and five children. Wowsers.  Instead, I asked the 14 year old red-headed girl if she thought I should rent "Diary of a Wimpy Kid."  

As she was considering that, Dinkum Devo grabbed my arm and began to shake it to get my attention. 

"Grandma.... I want diarrhea!"   

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Curlymop:  "Mama, have you ever had rooster dots?"

Mama:  "Rooster Dots?  Whaaat?"

Curlymop:  "You know...the little dots you get all over your body?"

Mama:  "OOOH!   You mean Chicken Pox!"

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Yesterday we were having lunch with the Red-headed Girl, Evalina, Mizelle, and the two boys.  The main subject of the table conversation was that Curlymop was coming to our house that night.  Z-bub must have asked six times in succession what time she would arrive.

Meanwhile, Evalina was quietly thinking about the  lop sided feminine ratio in the household.

"When Curlymop gets here," she announced, "the girls are really going to outnumber the boys!"

Z-bub counted out loud around the table, including me in his sum. 

"There are four girls at this table, and two boys!"

Dinkum Devo jerked his head up from his plate in genuine surprise and shouted, " Is Grandma a guuuuuurl?"

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Grand-aunt Fern is 102 and I still help her with her bill paying, medical visits, and prescriptions. 

The other day she asked, as she always does, "Do you need some money?" 

Occasionally I  accept a small token, as I think she does get some pleasure in giving it.  But, this time I responded as I often do with , "Not today Auntie Fern.  You gave me some last week!" 

She usually quips, "Well, Thank You just doesn't seem like enough. But, you'll get your reward in Heaven!"

So I was quite surprised that this time she waved her hand in a circle and laughed, "Well, I'll just throw it in the dust, and we'll let the rain settle it!"     

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ps: Here's the girls outnumbering the boys when we went to the park today: