Out of the Mouths of Babes

One evening during the grandkids’ visit we sat around the dining room table playing a game of Risk. The two older kids and I were locked in a heated battle over the Congo, a territory that changed hands roughly 20 times during the course of the evening. Total world domination depended on taking and keeping that spot.

The youngest grandchild, six year old Harper, was an eager onlooker and rolled the dice for me when I had to take clothes out of the dryer or refresh the snacks.

Apropos of nothing between turns, Harper said, “Nana, I really love your lights over the table.”

“That’s called a chandelier,” sister McKayla said.

“Yeah. I really like your chandelier,” Harper said. “It’s so decorative.”

“Then you can have it when I die,” I said.

After a couple of beats Harper said, “I sure hope you die soon.”

“Harper!” The horrified teenagers said in unison. “Don’t say things like that!”

I just giggled. “Harper, I hope it’s not too soon. My death would keep us from going to Sea World this week.”

“Well, I really want the gems in the bathroom, too.”

“Gems?” I asked.

“You know, the ones you use to turn the water on and off.”

“Whoever buys the house will get all that stuff,” I said.

“Then I’ll buy your house,” Harper replied.

I guess that settles everything.

(Harper’s house has much nicer fixtures than mine does. I’d gladly trade her, and perhaps be granted a longer life.)

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

20 thoughts on “Out of the Mouths of Babes”

      1. They don’t. The same wee grandie who said to his dad who is a wonderful dad, I want you to die so I can have your Star Wars Lego collection, was the same one who was up all night when we were in Prague for that weekend asking,,,when are Nina and Geega coming home? And the sole reason he knew we were even going there for a weekend as opposed to the weekends where we seriously do nearly get killed mountaining in Glencoe that he knows nothing about, is cos he saw the wee travel bags and asked why were they there? I could see at the time when I said, well, we are having a wee holiday, that his mind was working overtime. AND also the only reason the bags were out was cos we were leaving in the middle of that night. Otherwise he would not even have known we were anywhere. Kids’ wee minds work in different ways.

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  1. Okay, You’re the funnest granny around, I swear! Here’s to a long life so we can get more super sweet Blogposts outta you! ♥️❤️

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