For the past nine years, Joel and I have been grandparents. And, the grandchildren have called us Mammy and Papa. But there’s always one
that walks to a different beat. For us, that would be Josie. For the last couple of months,
she has called us Joel and Susan, which sounds really funny coming from a little girl in her mid threes.
Not long ago, she was at our house. The two of us were alone on the porch. In the best grown-up voice and posture she could conjure up, Josie initiated this conversation:
Josie – “So, you’re Susan, right?”
Me – “Yes.”
Josie – “And who’s your man?”
Me – “Joel.”
Josie – “Joel, that’s right, Joel.”
I never cracked a smile, because I was trying to be grown-up too.
Then, last week, she was admiring my ring.
She said, “I love your ring.” I thanked her and told her that it was my wedding ring. Then I said, “You know…Im married to Joel.”
With a bewildered look on her face she said, “Oh. That’s so sad.”
That time I didn’t keep a straight face.
3 thoughts on “Who’s your man?”
You never had it so good. . .
You know I have been fascinated by the boys since day one…since the day she arrived I knew she was going to be something extra special and I hope she has all of your special qualities.. Love it, love it.