Small kitchens make for close families.
Hubby: How was your day?
Me: Blah, Blah, Blah…I did the laundry…Blah, Blah, Blah…
Hubby: Did you do the laundry?
Me: I said I did the laundry.
Hubby: Wait. You expect me to listen AND pay attention?
When Hubby spends the better part of the morning looking for something, I tell him, “You know it’s going to be in the last place you look.”
I try to be helpful.
Late night conversations…
Hubby: I don’t like these complete toothpastes. They leave your mouth pasty.
Me: Isn’t that why they’re called toothpaste?
(Occasionally, I get one in. LOL.)
I was thinking about the time that my daughter posted told us that our granddaughter had increased her vocabulary to include the phrase she’d heard, “Oh, sh*t.”
It reminded me of when middle daughter told me that her older sister had said a really bad word. Holding my breath, I asked what the word was.
With as much drama as she could muster and eyes wide, she told me her sister had said “Shut up!”
And then I breathed and chuckled.
Recently I was taken back to playing Canasta with my beloved grandmother. Often we would play well into the night. I remember one night playing so long that we literally watched a lima bean sprout grow that we had planted in a Dixie cup.
I would often win. No, I would often trounce her, laughing with glee at having done it. Now I know she let me. The joy I brought through laughter was the reason she would laugh, too.
It is something we do as grandparents.
Missing mine, but, grateful I am one.