About Grandpa Tales

Grandpa Tales is a collection of adventures and reflections from a Grandpa’s perspective.

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About Grandpa Tales

Grandpa Tales is a collection of adventures and reflections from a Grandpa’s perspective.

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Mr. Honky Honk

By on January 28, 2016 in Uncategorized with No Comments

“Brayden, what are you doing?”

He looked at me as if I was from a different planet. You know that look. The one that says, “Are you serious, grandpa? Isn’t it obvious?”

He said, “I’m putting on my boots and jacket. I’m going outside.”

Not, “I want to go outside”, but, “I’m going outside”.

“Why do you want to go outside? It’s cold and there’s a lot of snow on the ground. Don’t you want to stay inside where it’s warm?”

He shook his head, mouthing “wimp”, and said, “I want to build a snowman.”

Just like Pavlov’s dog, I started humming, “Do you want to build a snowman.” And the rational side of my brain answered, “No I don’t, I want to stay inside where it’s warm.”

Well the rational side of my brain got crushed when my wife said, “What a great idea, let’s build a snowman.”

When we got outside, Brayden grabbed a handful of snow and said, “Grandpa, let me show you how to build a snowman.” And he proceeded to roll the small snowball in his hand on the ground until it became the size of a beach ball.

“Now we need to do another one and put it on top of this one. Can you do that grandpa?”

“Sure Brayden, no problem.”

Five minutes later, we had a three snowball high snow man. It was almost as tall as he was.

“Hey Brayden, this looks pretty good.”

“Where not finished grandpa. We need to give him two eyes and a nose. Grandma, can you get a carrot for his nose? And we need two magnets for his eyes.”

“Two magnets?”, I asked.

“Yes grandpa, my Daddy used two magnets when we made our snowman at our house.”

“Where in heavens name am I going to get two magnets?” I asked myself.

Edie to the rescue. She went into the house and brought out one of those tea leaf holders, separated it and used them as eyes.

Well not as good as what his Dad did, but he compromised and accepted the substitute.

We stepped back to admire our creation.

Brayden - Honky Honk

“Brayden, what should we call him?”

Now I expected Olaf, or that old favorite, Frosty.

Well I expected wrong. He said, “Honky Honk.”

“Honky Honk? What’s a Honky Honk?”

He gave me that smile, you know the one you get when a three-year old knows he is stating the obvious, and said, “It’s our snowman, Grandpa.”

“Ah, right, our snowman.” I mean what else can you say when faced with irrefutable logic.

Grandkids get us off our butts, get us to explore, play, create, and enjoy the magic of turning a cold snow filled day into a creative and fun-filled adventure.

“How about we go inside and have a snack?”, I asked.

“Good idea grandpa. Can I have some chocolate cookie bears?”

“Of course, Brayden. Let’s go.”

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