Emma: (talking a mile a minute as she fusses with her outfit for the day) …so then I went to the front room looking for you guys because I thought you’d slept out there again (we painted our bedroom, more on that later) but you weren’t there.
Me: (wearily putting on my shoes, trying to coax myself to go to work with a smile on my face – who am I kidding?) We got up in the middle of the night and moved into the bedroom so we could spoon.
Emma: (ignoring my obvious comatose state) well I figured that out when I heard Daddy snoring so loud… what makes you snore?
Me: (startled because it seems she expects me to think) ummmm… honey I don’t know.
Emma: (resigned to ask someone with a faster metabolism) Oh… I see… that’s a Grandpa Question isn’t it?
I guess so, but she never asked.
Posted by: Grandpa | November 19, 2004 at 09:25 AM