Small kitchens make for close families.
Mother-in-law (to Hubby): As I’ve said before, if any of my kids get a spouse or a partner or a whatever whatever…they become the top priority.
Hubby (to me): You’re the Whatever Whatever.
I was making the bed, heard the flush, and then the song “Happy” comes on.
Only at my house.
Mother-in-law: You two are always on the phone!
Me: I am not. I make sure I put my phone down and give you my undivided attention.
Hubby: Oh good! You two are arguing. You really are family now.
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.