I knew this would happen eventually. But I'm not ready for N The Logical. I haven't yet had my fill of N The Peurile. Not fair!
A couple of weeks ago I picked him up from school. I employed my usual shtick. He did not laugh. Instead, he replied "Grandma, you don't have to try so hard to make me happy." THAT gave me pause. I don't? What if I want to? He's not the boss of me.
Last week I picked him up again. As he climbed into the back seat I said (with great enthusiasm) "Hello, Punkin!" He took his seat, buckled his seat belt and said "You know, Grandma, I'm 8 years old now. You really have to stop calling me all those baby names."
Darn it. I'm not ready to grow up.
Today I am practicing my itsy bitsy spider routine so I can Facetime our great-granddaughter. I'm SURE I can make her laugh, for years and years.
|And hey, look! A new banana blossom in our yard.|