A short Grandaughter story.

[Gyppo]

Alma clearly has the pedant gene.  I'm not surprised because it's quite dominant in our clan, but I didn't expect to see it in a two year old.

She was sat in the back of the car, fiddling with the zip of her coat.  It's a jacket really, and will fit as such when she's about four, but she likes it - bright red things call to her - and sometimes wears it as a long coat now with the sleeves rolled up.

"Are you doing your coat up Alma?

"No, Mummy.  I'm trying to do it up."

Little Madam.  In some ways it's so much like seeing her mum all over again.

Gyppo

[Spell Chick]

My sister, the kindergarten teacher, would love her. By the time she is five, she will be able to get dressed all by herself.

My sister will not help kids with zippers or ties or whatever and just keeps saying, "I don't dress kinderkids. You can do this." And she has given fair warning before it really gets cold so they know they need to prepare.

Knowing how to get the dang zipper started is a great lesson in life. Alma will go far, trying all the way.

[Laura H]

You'll have to watch what you say and how you say it around that little Miss  It's like hanging out with an English teacher.

[Gyppo]

She has a good ear and a natural mimicry.   When she comes out with phrases she's heard in the car we can usually guess who she heard it from.

[Spell Chick]

Luckily, Craig's diction left something to be desired and so, while in church and standing for a long period of time holding him in my arms, he began to chant "Shit, shit, shit" because my sister always said it in threes.

There was a pew of nuns directly behind us listening to this chorus.

I was mortified, but still able to think quickly and said is a loud enough voice for the nuns to hear, "No, honey, we can't sit yet." I don't know if they bought it or not. I like to think I covered for the little shit.


Little kids are damn parrots.