Maybe my sense of humor
is keener or maybe my younger grandchildren are just developing and maturing, but
along with the maturity process, they seem to be developing their own sense of
humor. Lately, some of their comments have made me pause, and then laugh.
Since I have a lot of
grandchildren, I try my best to see them as often as I can. When I am around
them and we are talking, they seem to shine in the wit department. How does one
respond to these little pearls, which all seem to be delivered in a dead pan
tone and with perfect timing?
*Grandma, did you go to
school with Abraham Lincoln? What was he like?
*Did you see Babe Ruth
play baseball?
*Grandma, I saw your
picture from the wedding…you looked just like Becca but older.
*I know that I’m not
your favorite because my brother told me so. But you’re my favorite Grandma on
my Gauntner side. Will you buy me more Trash Can cards?
*Hey, Grandma, where
are your eyebrows? You don’t have too many?
*That ring doesn’t fit you because you have
old fingers.
*What’s all this stuff
hanging under your arms, as one of the grandkids pinches all that loose flab?
There are lots more of
their witty sayings that I can’t remember. After the grandchildren make these
sweet comments, my first inclination is to yank their arms from their bodies
and beat them. But, after a few seconds, I just laugh because it is pretty
funny. Wiping the tears off of my face, I realize, what they’ve said is really
true.
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