My slightly-behind-schedule grandson, the Mouse, is thinking walking is not something he’s interested in quite yet. After all, he’s got someone to cart him around anywhere he wants to go. All he has to do is point. He might as well milk it for all he can get out of it. A couple more years and no one pays to you attention any more anyway.
When we try to stand him up on his own, he suddenly develops rubber legs. Then the other night, like magic, in the middle of the room, he stood up on his own. His feet didn’t go anywhere. Well, one did, but the other didn’t. You know that old sick joke, “Be quiet, or I’ll nail your other foot to the floor.” It was kind of like that. One moved; one didn’t. He started to pivot.
The Worm is always looking at the bright side of any situation. A couple of weeks ago, we had headed out for an adventure. Mom, the GAP, made sure to tell us grandparents not to give away the secret of where we were going. As we entered the long circular drive to the amusement park, directional arrows pointed the way. “I know where we are going,” announced the seven-year-old Bug, reading the signs. “We’re going to Legoland.”
“No, we’re not,” I said, trying to keep the secret alive. “We’re going to the…,” I improvised as I looked for a hint of something remotely interesting. “We’re going to the Museum of Baked Bread,” or at least that’s what I thought the sign read.
When the GAP took the fork in the road in the opposite direction of Legoland, she played along. “Oh, darn,” she said. “I made a wrong turn. I guess we’ll have to go to Legoland instead.”
A whoop and holler went up in the car, but the Worm was uncharacteristically sober.
After a long day of too much fun, we drove home. “Daddy, you won’t believe what happened,” the Worm explained to him after running in the house. “Mom was taking us to the Museum of Baked Bread, but she made a wrong turn and we had to go to Legoland instead.”
Maybe next time… In the meantime, I’ll take a lesson from this granddaughter and look for the up side when things don’t turn out quite like planned.
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I relate. I so relate!