How About We Tell the Grown Ups
Max, my grandson, will be five in five days.
I decided to interview him yesterday.
He told me that his favorite team is the blue team.
He does not know how to ride a bike yet, but he can swim.
He said all of his A B C’s. And he counted to 40 in a new way.
1, 2, 3....13, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 40.
He knows the difference between a dog and cat. A dog barks. Cat says meow.
Cows give milk, and horses have hay. His cats are Buddy and Mr. Scratchy.
He is going to be a police officer when he grows up.
To hold bad guys in their place and make them good guys forever.
He told me he could save me from a bad guy potion.
What do bad guy potions do? I asked him. They turn you into bad guys.
And a bad guy potion can control your mind, he told me.
“If a bad guy does something bad, I will shoot him.”
“Won't that make you feel bad?”
Yeah.
Suddenly he saw a mosquito and he pointed it out.
It was a wasp, in the bedroom.
“That’s a wasp,” I told him.
“How about we go tell the grownups?” He said, running to tell one.
Best compliment ever!
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