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.