Sea World June 2006

Quoth the Granddaughter, "That was not fun to me!"

It Was 20 Years Ago Today, Sgt Peppers . . .

In fact, it was nineteen years ago, less a month

 

Little Woman

I relearned that the woman's side of a conversation is not age-dependent.  Given a set of circumstances, any woman will react as every woman would.

Witness:  After a morning at tumbling class, and then a few hours in the pool being dunked repeatedly by her grandfather, Granddaughter was balled up in my lap in my blue chair in front of the tv.  She's as tough and resilient as a four-year old can be, but after a full day of strenuous physical exertion she assumes the dimensions of a basketball and the tactile consistency of a cat who wants her hair and back stroked.  Not surprisingly, I was happily complying when a thought occured to me and I giggled.

Her:  What's funny?

Me:  Oh, nothing really, just something I remembered.

Her:  What was it?

Me:  It's nothing really, just something that happened to a friend of mine the other day.

Her:  Tell me.

Me:  It's kind of a long story, and I don't think you'd get it.

Her:  Tell me!

Me:  Ok, well, we were playing golf, and he was losing, and he didn't mean to say it out loud but he accidentally said in this tiny little pitiful voice, "Oh man, I'm down ten dollars."

Her:  That's not funny.

Me:  Well, if you knew Ernie, you'd think it was hilarious.

Her:  (Climbing down off my lap and heading to the kitchen) No I wouldn't.  That's not funny.

Now I'm beginning to worry whether she'll like the Three Stooges if her mother ever lets me watch them with her.