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!