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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By on February 21, 2017 in Uncategorized with No Comments

I’m not often speechless, as anyone who knows me will tell you. But on this particular Monday, I was caught off guard not once, not twice, but three times.

A little background first. We invited Molly and Brayden over for some playtime. We hadn’t seen them in a week because we were in Orlando enjoying The Wizarding World of Harry Potter with my son and his family from Pittsburgh.

Molly and Brayden had been out of school for three days (a blizzard and follow-on snow storm) and cabin fever was setting in. They came over to our house for some playtime.

Molly was quietly working on an art project, and Brayden was getting excited over a Thomas the Tank Engine track construction project. He finished building the track and started banging the trains into each other, laughing hysterically as they soared in the air and crashed on the floor.

Molly looked up from her project, looked at me, and said, “Grandpa, he’s so rambunctious, isn’t he?”

“He’s what?”, I asked.

She must have caught the surprise in my voice because she said, “He’s rambunctious. You know what that means don’t you Grandpa?”

For about five seconds I said nothing. Then mumbled, “Sure Mol, I know what that means.”

“Oh good, Grandpa.”

Rambunctious? Where in heavens name did she come up with that word? She’s only eight. I didn’t know that word until I got into high school, and even then, I had to look it up in the dictionary.

Now truth be told, as I started writing this blog, I had no idea how to spell “rambunctious”. I brutalized the spelling so badly when I first wrote it that even spell check couldn’t understand what I was writing. I had to google it to get the correct spelling.

A few minutes later, I may have said something that sounded a little like – poop-head.

Molly looked up from her project again, and said, “Grandpa, that’s so inappropriate.”

Brayden, without missing a beat, looked up at me and said, “Yeah Grandpa, that’s inappropriate.”

Another five seconds of silence.

Recovering from my withering rebuke, I shouted to myself, “WHAT?”, inappropriate?”

Good grief. Rambunctious, inappropriate. You’ve got to be kidding me! Those are the words I’m supposed to use. My world here is turning upside down.

I looked at Edie and said, “Did you hear what they just said?”

“I’m glad they said it so I didn’t have to.”

Five more seconds of silence.

Caught speechless, three times in less than 15 minutes. A new record.

I quickly realized I needed to recharge my talking ability – if only I could find the charger. Not to be paranoid or nothing, I wondered if Edie and the grandkids conspired to hide it so they could enjoy the silence for a little while longer.

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