The Little Things: On Bad Words

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.

Grandparents

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.