“Grandma, I camped in the backyard last night!”
“Did you really?”
“Yes, for real, Grandma, not pretend. In a tent and my sleeping bag!!”
“Wow, T, that sounds like so much fun.”
“It WAS fun, Grandma. But today is a rainy day, see?” As he turns the phone toward the window so I could indeed see the rainy Pacific Northwest Sunday.
“What do you want to be for Halloween?”
“Grandma, I already told you a million times, I want to be a Gruffalo.”
“You want to be a buffalo?”
“NO GRANDMA, you are silly! You KNOW I always wanted to be the GRUFFALO. I told you. NOT a buffalo!”
“OK. If you’re going to be a Gruffalo, what should I be for Halloween?”
“You’re a princess, Grandma, that’s what you are.”
“I’m a princess?”
“Yes, Grandma, that’s what you are!”
OK, stop. Just STOP. Drop mic. Heart exploding.
“That is a very kind thing you said. Thank you, I WILL be a princess for Halloween.”
Out of the mouths of babes, right? Totally unprompted. No coaching. Is this how he thinks of me? I really have died and gone to heaven. My job here on Earth is done.
And it should come as no surprise that I’ve started working on my costume. It’s not like I don’t already have a tiara or two hanging around Casa de Enchanted Seashells…
I vow to be the princessiest Grandma ever.
If only there was a Prince Charming somewhere…
PS The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson is one of T’s favorite characters.