Years ago, I called my middle daughter, Beth, after supper to ask what time she needed me to babysit that evening. My grandson, 4-year-old Colin, answered the phone.
“Hel-lo.”
“Hi, Colin, is Mommy there?”
“Hi Gram! Yeah, she’s in the basement puttin’ clothes in the dryer.”
“Okay. How about Daddy?
“Yeah.”
“Could I please talk to him?”
“No.”
“Colin? Is Daddy home?”
“Yeah, he’s in the bathroom poopin’.”
That always reminds me of an older memory, back when Colin’s mommy was twelve. She came home from school and said a couple of kids on the bus were whispering about how babies were made. She asked, but they wouldn’t tell her.
“Beth, if you want to know, I’ll be glad to talk with you about it.”
“Yeah, okay.”
She was very quiet as I explained things to her. When I was done, I waited for questions, but she didn’t ask any. She just sat there, quietly thinking. I knew it was probably confusing for her, so I asked if she had any questions.
She looked like she had been sucking on a lemon. Her answer: “Ewww, Mom, I can’t believe you did that three times.”
Years later, she and her husband, Brian, had just had their fourth child. I couldn’t resist. I leaned down to her in her hospital bed and whispered …
“Ewww, Beth, I can’t believe you did that FOUR times.”
She remembered —-and the look on her face was priceless.
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I remember being about 5years old ,I answered the door all to find my dad's friend at it and so I shouted " dad pig face is at the door ". He didn't know the lads called him that oooopppsss