Tuesday, November 09, 2004


So my nine year old granddaughter calls me.

HER: Hi, Grandma. I really love you.

ME: I know you do, Sweetie. I love you too.

HER: Grandma, can I ask you a question?

ME: Sure, Honey.

HER: Is it true
My dad had to walk to school
50 miles
each way
in the snow
with a goat tied around his waist?

ME: And with Uncle Rob on his shoulders!

HER: (Aside) Dad, you had to have Uncle Rob on your shoulders, too?

HIM: Hey, he had to get to school, too!

HER: Grandma, are you telling me the truth?

ME: No, Honey, I'm not.

HER: (Aside) Dad, I knew it! You were lying to me! (Much muffled laughter). Thanks, Grandma, that's all I needed to know. Bye.

No comments: