Grammers Kinney
My four-year-old grandson is all about singing
While he swings today
Singing funny songs at first, but now a serious one
About a grandma and how much he loves her
Making my head swell.
We have already played who is the best grandma in the world?
And I won.
And who is the best grandpa in the world
My very smug husband won that one.
He begins singing about his friend
Gramma Kinney, who used to go to preschool with him
And is now at his daycare center.
“Gramma Kinney?” I ask him
He stops singing. “Repeat this grandma. “Gram.”
“Gram”, I say.
“Mers,” he says, staring at my face, hoping I will be able to.
“Mers,” I say obediently.
“Kin” I love it that he thinks I am this bright.
“Kin,” I repeat.
“Knee,” he says, watching me like I am a two-year-old.
I dare not tell him I could go a bit faster.
“Knee,” I repeat.
“Now put it all together, “he says, waiting, sagely.
“Grammers Kinney?” I ask.
He nods. “Good grandma, good.”
I feel like he is getting me back for all those silly
Songs of appreciation when he finally went on the potty.
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