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I am not kidding.
And then there's his enunciation. Impressive, but still developing. Here's what happened:
We were together on the back deck at his parent's home, just us, blowing bubbles and singing songs and reading books. In other words, doing what this toddler and this Grandpops enjoy doing together.
Suddenly, he yelled, "MURDER!PSYCHO!"
Startled, I asked, "What?!"
He repeated himself and pointed into the backyard, "MURDER!PSYCHO!"
As I contemplated what might possibly be going through his mind, his 4-year old sister joined us on the deck from the backyard. Barely noticing her, I made eye-contact with my grandson; bewildered (yet also impressed), I asked him slowly, "L, are you saying murder psycho?"
Unconcerned and a bit slower, he repeated himself for me, "MURDER! PSYCHO!" Then his sister quickly translated, "motor cycle, Pops."
Let me explain: his backyard is completely fenced in and set back safely from a fairly busy roadway, but louder vehicles occasionally disrupt the peace, especially his favourite vehicles.
Days later, I am still laughing and I can't wait to enjoy a lifetime of hearing/mishearing his excited thoughts.
Also this: when did we outgrow randomly yelling the names of things we love? I say my grandson can teach us all how to love life: ICE CREAM! GOLDEN HOUR! BOOKS! GRANDKIDS! DEMOCRACY! š¤£š¤
Too funny! Good thing you have an interpreter:)
ReplyDeleteShe's my favourite interpreter.
DeleteAh :) Funny and - yes - why don't we yell out random things we love?! It's interesting how siblings can translate. Our son used to do that for his younger sister.
ReplyDeleteThat’s great and shouting out those good words sounds like a fine idea.
ReplyDeleteI know, eh?
DeleteWhew! Glad to hear he's not channeling his inner Ted Bundy.
ReplyDeletelol
DeleteHahahahaha, love this post!
ReplyDeleteCodex:
ReplyDeleteLol. For a moment thought he had found Untathorstens toys.
(Padgetts original mimsy were the borogroves)
ReplyDeleteWas trillig! ;)
DeleteHa!
DeleteFunny story; sat in a fenced in park with a book. Fence door on the right, playground in the middle, fence door on the left. Parents brought their 3 year old to the playground. Their kid runs excitedly from the right to the big sandbox, keeps going and almost leaves through the door on the left. Still laughing.
Codex above.
DeleteWhat a cute story! I'm sure you will embarrass your grandson when you trot it out a decade from now :-)
ReplyDeleteWhy yes indeed I will, ha.
DeleteHurray for your granddaughter coming to the rescue!
ReplyDeleteSTRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE!
ReplyDeleteSTAWBERRY CHEESECAKE ICE CREAM!
DeleteWhat a delightful story — your grandson’s joy and imagination are truly infectious. It’s wonderful how children remind us to find happiness in simple moments and to celebrate life with that same enthusiasm. May you both keep sharing those precious, laughter-filled times. I just shared a new travel post. I am excited for you to read it. Thank you. Happy weekend.
ReplyDelete...be coming a grownup is highly over rated!
ReplyDeleteThat is so lovely. We still enjoy dawbies in the summer and occasionally like to go shomping.
ReplyDeleteWell, I am glad it was a motorcycle and not a murder psycho!
ReplyDeleteMe too, haha.
DeleteFunny!
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