The Fun is Coming

Every Day Is A Parade

The area in which we live has had some major storms roll through. In fact one storm was so severe that the thunder actually bounced our house on its foundation and many trees in the surrounding neighborhoods had fallen. Well recently my grandchildren spent the weekend at our house while their dad and mom spent some alone time. My grandkids and I had lots of fun together, but there does come a time when children need their naps. I told my grandson it was time to rest his little head for awhile and what I interpreted from his response and cute voice was “The fun is coming”. I assumed he was having a great time with me that taking a nap was not on his planned list of activities to do at grandma’s house. I did convince him to lie down, but the nap never happened. For approximately one and a half hours he played in my youngest son’s room and in between I checked on him and reminded him it really was naptime. Each time I came in the room he would point to the poster above my youngest son’s bed. On this poster there’s a race car and a bolt of lightning. My grandson would then say to me, “It’s storming”. Then I would say, “Yes, there’s a bolt of lightning on the poster, but it’s not storming outside today.” My son, his dad, called later to check on his kids. I told him how his son didn’t want to take a nap because he was having too much fun at grandma’s house and that he said “The fun is coming”. That’s when my son says, “Oh, what he’s probably saying is “The thunder’s coming. He’s been afraid of the storms we’ve had lately and he doesn’t like to go to bed because of them.” Well the poster thing now made sense, but I was somewhat disappointed because I was thinking he wanted nothing more than to have as much fun at my house as he possibly could. Soon the weekend came to a close and he and his little sister were packed up to go back to their home. My son, their dad, came to pick them up. And guess what. He was not ready to go home, because there is always FUN at grandma’s house.