Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The Boy Stops Me Cold

A few nights ago, as we were putting the kids to bed:

The Wife: DD, get in here!

TW: You want to handle this one? (Points to The Boy)

TB: Why doesn’t grandma live with grandpa? Grandmas need grandpas.


DD: Well, they used to, but it made them sad. So now they live apart.

TB: Why did it make them sad?


I have no idea how to explain that to a four-year-old.

Bless his short attention span, he somehow segued to a monologue about volcanoes.