My daughter and grandson dropped in for a visit, today. G-man, loves to play with his Uncle Da, the way any rough and tumble two year old likes a rough and tumble teen-aged Uncle.
The G-man climbed up into the computer chair and sat like a very small Buda. He said, “GoWee.”
Being attentive mom, granny and uncle, we all swoop in. “Go Pee? You gotta go Pee?”
Momma lifts the little guy off the chair and points him towards the bathroom. G-man says, “GoWee.”
He climbs back up in the chair and repeats, “Go Wee.”
Wee, is the sound we make when uncles terrify us by sitting us in the computer chair and giving us a spin. I wonder how any of us survived childhood without an interpreter.
They have gone home, now. They left us a memory that is priceless.
Keep coming back. There is always something for me to tell and I will always try to tell it big.