I'm convinced that one of the best times to talk with or listen to someone is in the vehicle, provided the traffic is not too bad and you and they are the only two in the vehicle. Today, while he and I were traveling home from a shoe shopping trip, I had a rare opportunity to listen to what was on my grandson's mind (at least for the moment). This took me by surprise, actually. It was then that I discovered that I really enjoy car trips with one other occupant. We each have a captive audience. Anyway, back to my story...My one and only grandson says to me, "Grandma, don't get used to my voice because someday it's going to change. But I'm not saying not to listen to this voice." I have no idea why he happened to think of such a thing at that moment but it put another smile on my face as I mentally added it to the list of cute things my grandchildren say. Yes, I'm sure his voice will change someday and he'll become a man. But in the meanwhile, I'll listen to his little boy voice (the one I'm already used to) and hopefully I'll listen carefully and not miss these precious things he says.
And since I'm on the subject of my grandson, today was a special day in his cub scout world. It was the Pinewood Derby Day for his pack. I'm finally starting to understand the difference between a den and a pack but I am very confused with how the Pinewood Derby works. The best thing about this event was watching his excitement as he and his friends competed for the title of winner. He kept a big smile on his face as he jumped up and down, cheering for his favorites and celebrating their wins. He won several races before being eliminated. His green pickup truck came in third in his den. He also won a Pinewood Derby Metal for the most unusual design in the whole pack. We were all quite proud, especially his papaw who helped him build his truck out of a block of wood. It was also heart-warming to see this grown man participate, waving a checkered flag as winners crossed the finish line. He was smiling the whole time as well. Yep, I was sure there was a little boy in there somewhere (even though his voice has changed). I'll post pictures later...going to bed now.
And since I'm on the subject of my grandson, today was a special day in his cub scout world. It was the Pinewood Derby Day for his pack. I'm finally starting to understand the difference between a den and a pack but I am very confused with how the Pinewood Derby works. The best thing about this event was watching his excitement as he and his friends competed for the title of winner. He kept a big smile on his face as he jumped up and down, cheering for his favorites and celebrating their wins. He won several races before being eliminated. His green pickup truck came in third in his den. He also won a Pinewood Derby Metal for the most unusual design in the whole pack. We were all quite proud, especially his papaw who helped him build his truck out of a block of wood. It was also heart-warming to see this grown man participate, waving a checkered flag as winners crossed the finish line. He was smiling the whole time as well. Yep, I was sure there was a little boy in there somewhere (even though his voice has changed). I'll post pictures later...going to bed now.
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I wonder where kids come up with the things they say! I'm so very convinced that they are placed in our paths to help us adults see the humor in life. I'm sure he said it so matter of fact as if you didn't already know that little boy voice like your own. In my career, I've had many an opportunity to have such funny conversations with kids- if you listen carefully enough you can actually hear the logic- at least how the world should be according to them. Too cute!
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