I Like Kids, Preferably Fried

Char Girl
I had my four-year-old grandkidlet on Saturday. We’re making cookies and she begs to take over mixing the flour.
“I do it, I do it. Let me, let me.”
Cleaning up, as there was now batter everywhere, we put a load of towels in the washer.
She stops me again with, “I do it. I do it! Let me, let me!”
Then I pull out the vacuum to clean the floor dusted in flour.
Again, “I do it, I do it! Let me, let me!”
While the cookies are cooling, Theda Bara looks up at me with her baby blues, puts the back of her hand on her sweet forehead and moans, “Work, work, work! All I did today was work! I had to cook, I had to do laundry, I had to vacuum. I had to do everything! I’m exhausted!”
“Poor little char girl,” I say in sympathy. “Here, have a cookie, it’ll revive you.”

Food Fans
Temple 2013Temple and I cook together, then we eat, and while we eat, we list all the ingredients in the dish.
During dinner she inquires, “Oma, what are you a fan of?”
Having no idea what she means, I say, “What?”
She says, “You know, food, what foods are you a fan of.”
I say, “Oh, well, I’m a fan of shrimp, asparagus, sushi, and dark chocolate.”
She then asks, “What are you not a fan of?”
I answer, “Black licorice, coffee, and wine.”
So of course I ask her, “What are you a fan of?”
She says, “Broccoli and kale.”
I say, “You are the oddest five-year-old I have ever met.”

I Like Kids, Preferebly Fried
While fixing breakfast together, Temple says, “Oma, we should open a restaurant.”
I tell her, “Sure, I’ll be the prep cook because I’m the one who knows how to measure, and you can be the one who pours and stirs and flips.”
“I can only work two days a week during the summer,” she says, “because I have swim lessons.”
December 2014

Talk to the Hand
It’s Saturday morning. As Temple unloads the silverware from the dishwasher she announces that the drawer is a bit of a mess. I offer to let her straighten it. She wants to know why I have five pairs of reading glasses in there. I tell her that’s where they hide, which is why I have to buy new ones. She rolls her eyes. When she’s done, I offer to have her straighten two more. She’s appalled that both, too, are in such a jumble. After ten minutes she has them in great order. I had things in there that not only had I never used, but also wasn’t even sure what they were for. She proudly shows me both drawers, faces me and spreads her arms like guardian angel wings to protect them, admonishing me that I’m no longer allowed to go in either one, and if I do, they’d better look like this next time she’s here. I tell her to talk to the hand. Sheesh.
May 2015

Flip of a Switch
Temple Sevenau 2015 age 7, 1st gradeTemple and I are making a mango smoothie. With the blender nearly full, I say, “You have to remember not to flip this switch up unless the lid is on.”
She reaches over and flips it. In shock, we look at the walls and each other, now dripping in mango, banana, and yogurt.
“Like that?” she says.
“Like that,” I say.
“Sorry, Oma,” she says.
“I know,” I say.
June 2015

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  1. Catherine, these are the most precious conversations in the whole world. Thanks so much for sharing yours with Temple. I remember so many with Sam and Lucy. It is automatic joy. Just love it ~ and them. Carole

  2. Marguerite says:

    Catherine thank you for the chuckles! You have such a wonderful way of telling stories – I feel as though I’m in the scene with you – and of course laughing my a– off! Marguerite

  3. Aren’t granddaughters wonderful!

  4. Adore the snippets of life with the grandchildren. They make me smile

  5. Just one chuckle after another! Very fun and shows your grandkids are just as smart and clever as you are.

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