The Kid Cracks Me Up

EVERY DAY IS A PARADE

I called my oldest son last week to see how he and his family were doing because I hadn’t seen or talked to them in well over a week. They were out shopping for a new kitchen table and had looked at many styles and sizes throughout the day. I called just when they were leaving a store. I could hear my grandson in the background saying “Who’s on the phone dad?” He also sounded as if he had enough of the shopping excursion. So I asked his dad to let me talk to him. Well my grandson gets on the phone and he is going on and on about the kitchen tables being too big, too many to look at and other things that I couldn’t quite understand, except one word, RIDICULOUS, which he repeated over and over again. Everything was just RIDICULOUS. Obviously this was his new word for the day and he thought it was hysterical. I was laughing my head off and so was he. I can still hear his cute voice repeating the word. My grandson loves to get silly so if he’s saying or doing something that gets people laughing, he’ll keep doing it.

This kid loves telephones. Whenever their house phone rings or one of his parent’s cell phones goes off he wants to talk to whoever is on the phone. He can be relentless about it; which brings me to the call I made to their home a couple of days later. My son answers their house phone and in the background my grandson is saying, “I wanna talk Dad” at least a half a dozen times. My son gives in to my grandson’s pleas. My grandson and I are having a good conversation about what he did that day and how was his baby sister, my granddaughter, (I’m looking forward to chit-chatting with her too someday) when my son says “Ok it’s time to say good-bye”. My grandson says in an adorable tone, “No, I’m talking to MY Grandma”. He purposely stressed the word “my”. My son laughs and I’m grinning ear to ear. I wasn’t just Grandma, I was “MY” Grandma, I guess he told his dad. I was feeling pretty important because the phone call lasted another few minutes. He had a lot to talk about to his grandma and daddy wasn’t going to interfere.

This kid cracks me up. Sometimes when I think about him I find myself laughing out loud. Grandkids sure do make you feel good inside. Thanks little buddy!