In thinking abou tour trip down under a decade ago, I flipped back through the scrapbook I made of the trip, savoring al the gorgeous places we saw, and the wonderful, friendly people we met and the terrific break it was from real life.
At the end of the scrapbook, I have a couple of pages of "meanwhile back at the ranch". Both GRandmas had taken turns watching the kids while we were gone. My mom kept a brief jounral of the kids' activities for me while we were gone.
In reviewing all this recently, I had to smile when I read something she wrote.
The Boy, who at the time was only 3, was already displaying some of his personality traits--like he still does today. One afternoon, Grandma had walked to the library while the kids rode their bikes. On the way home, they got as far as our favorite Gas 'n Sip--leaving about 4 blocks to go to be home. The Boy must have been in need of a nap because he dismounted the training wheeled bike and sat down in quite a huff. I can imagine the complete conversation.
Grandma asked "Are you going to leave your bike here?"
"No!" The Boy retorted.
"Well, then you'd better get back on so we can ride it home. We are almost there."
"But, Grandma, I'm just a little boy!" (This must be read as if it were dripping with whine.)
His phrase "I'm just a little boy!" has made a recurrence around here lately. I had read the kids the little journal Grandma kept of them and they giggled and laughed at themselves in it. Whenever he didn't want to do something, he would play that "little boy" card.
Even now, especially after me reading this to him, he whines that phrase just to be funny. And it is just as charming--though more annoying should he be serious--as he was then.
So, thanks Grandma, for the good care you offered these kids while we were gone ten years ago, and thanks again for the funny memories and good humor you have brought back to us now from that little journal.
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