Too Much Information
My mother told me that when I was 3 years old, she once asked me to go get her some tissue from the bathroom in the middle of sacrament meeting. As I was coming down the stairs that were in the back of the room we were meeting in, I yelled to my mother: "Here’s your toilet paper, Mom!”
Our grandson, Curtis, was busy all morning playing a video game based on the book The Hobbit. He came in to his mother, uncle and I and said, "Grandma, I can't get passed the trolls." His mother asked what he needed, and Curtis replied: “Two corn dogs would be nice.”
On Picking Your Battles
My wife had chided our teenagers many times about coming home from school and decimating the cereal supply for their afternoon snack. "(Cereal) is for breakfast," she declared. Finally one afternoon, our oldest son said (with his mouth full of cereal): "Mom, breakfast is over with. This is soup." She sighed, laughed and gave up the battle.
An Eye-Opening Admission
My granddaughter was sitting on my lap as the sacrament was being prepared. I encouraged our precocious 5-year-old to keep her eyes closed during prayers. She whispered into my ear that she has "an allergy to closing her eyes.”
San Diego, California
While Karyssa was "helping" me weed the flower beds this morning, she heard our dog barking a lot. She yelled: "Mac, stop woofing so much! Sheesh!" When I told our dog to be quiet, Karyssa looked at me and said: "Mommy, dogs don't speak English; they speak Woofish!"
Spanish Fork, Utah
Little Purple Pancakes
When my daughter started her Sunbeam class 13 years ago, her teacher, Sister Woodall, gave her a little purple pansy to plant when they were talking about the creation of the world. We carefully planted it in the front yard so she could watch it grow. A couple days later she came into the kitchen and excitedly exclaimed that she wanted to go see her if “purple pancake” was growing.
A Positive Spin
Recently my wife got to spend an afternoon with our grandchildren (ages 6, 4 and nearly 2). At some point the 4-year-old asked Grandma to help her draw a butterfly. She wanted it done connect-the-dot style so she could draw the lines and color in the insect. Naturally Grandma obliged. After connecting the dots, the 4-year-old told Grandma the wings look more like slices of bread than butterfly wings.
The 4-year-old then told Grandma she wanted to do a swing and a slide, but before Grandma could begin, our granddaughter said: “Oh, never mind Grandma, I’ll just wait until Mama gets back.” Feeling a little wounded, my wife insisted she could draw a slide and a swing. The 6-year-old quickly soothed: “I can tell it’s a slide and a swing, Grandma.”
A couple days later, our son called to share the rest of the story. Shortly after Grandma’s departure, the 4-year-old was sharing her artwork and declared that the butterfly wings still looked like slices of bread. To the rescue again, the 6-year-old said: “That just means Grandma is really good at drawing slices of bread.”
Trish Manwaring is an assistant editor of Meridian Magazine.