The Grumpy Granny
Alexis is one of those kids who is in a constant hurry to grow up. "When I'm in high school . . ." she'll say, as she muses longingly about how grand her life will be. At some point I'm going to have to break it to her that Zac Efron is not going to come dancing down the halls while she sings her way through math class, but whatever. The point is she constantly talks about the future and getting older and all of the wonderful things that she will do, just as soon as Father Time quits jerking her around.
I fully intend to remind of her this frequently when she's older and whines about how fast time flies. No worries there.
A few days ago she and I were outside. I was surveying the damage to the almost patio after the monsoons we had on Saturday (there was literally a waterfall and a stream in our back yard that day--I have witnesses). She was being her usual goofy self, which lately has included making funny faces so that I'll take her picture.
Considering this same kid went to great lengths to avoid having her soul stolen by the camera just a few short months ago, I'm always quick to oblige.
As she was flitting about, she grabbed her umbrella and started to use it in her dancing. Then, she looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to be a grandma?"
I am perpetually stuck in the land of Quit With the Growing Up and Don't Even Think about Looking at a Boy. I know. She's four. She still thinks boys have bee stingers. She wasn't at all referring to her having a baby, but I still went there in my head. I'm a loser like that. So I replied, "How about we wait twenty or so years for that?"
She looked at me slightly confused before replying, "How about fir-ty years?"
WIN! I was really very happy with this ten year extension, and even happier that she's still pronouncing her "th" sounds as "f" sounds. She's my baaaaaby, and all that.
It still seemed a very odd question for her to whip out and it wasn't until I downloaded the photos from that day to my computer that I realized she and I were having two very different conversations.
She was using the umbrella as a cane and pretending to walk around like a cranky old grandma. In retrospect, it was actually a darn good performance that she put on.
I really need to get a grip. I'm letting myself act like a cranky grandma a good fir-ty years too early.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Reader Comments (15)
Jump to conclusions much? ;)
Oh, I <3 the grumpy granny face. Love love love.
But yeah, firty years would be fine. (Though, 25 would make me a bit younger and maybe I won't break a hip chasing grandkids. Then again, with my joints, I could break a hip tomorrow so... whatever.)
Hysterical!!!
I am with you though on the QUIT GROWING UP SO FAST stuff :D It is a running joke around here, so I would have probably been right on your same wavelength.
Her grumpy granny face is PRICELESS!!!!
Uh-oh. From the look of those pics I think Alexis saw me on her lawn. I'll get off—don't hurt me!
I think this is my favorite post of yours so far. I love her imagination with the grumpy granny pose!
I love her grandma faces! Perfect with those glasses! You know, people are getting married later these days, so I'd say you have a pretty good chance of it being closer to firty years.
Just so you know, I had kids so that I will one day BE a grandma...all of the fun, none of the work!
Haha That is hilarious. Yes they want to grow up all too fast, and I am in no hurry for that to happen. Well, sometimes. Sometimes I think my boys will make a man cave in my basement and never leave. I'm hoping for a happy medium.
I think you have a little actress on your hands. The picture of the cranky face Grandma is AWESOME.
Oh my gosh! I'm totally cracking up over here. :-D
That's perfect. I am so happy to read that today when I totally did something similar just yesterday. Makes me feel better. Thanks.
They just keep growing...drives me crazy! Will we be blogging them when we are grandmas? I'm thinking yes;)
Ha! Those pictures are awesome! (As is the creativity of the mind that created them! She's great!)
Okay, here's the thing - Grandma's aren't cranky. Like never. Grandmas are nice, they smell good and they bake cookies. Also they sneak you stuff when your parents aren't looking. At least that is what my grandkids tell me. ;)
That? Is HYSTERICAL!
Allie always talks about she's 16. "i can't wait to be 16!" "do i look like a 16 year old" Drives me insane.