The parson spent the day in consultation with his four-year-old grandson. The consultation centered around the proper way to spread glitter paint over the page without leaving traces of the adventure about the table; accessing stories of 'Scooby Doo via Mom's MacBook and discovering the shortcut keys to adjust and readjust to volume; discovering the various apparatus Daddy uses to keep the pool clean and ready; engaging in dog walking training by escorting Charlie Brown on a mile walk.
Late in the day, the two sat on a sofa absorbed in the poetry of The Cat In The Hat, when grandson looked up at the parson. “Where's your Mommy?” he asked in obvious sincerity.
The parson thought a moment. Knowing he'd just experienced the death of, Ms. Parson, his Memo, the parson decided to be truthful.
“My Mommy died.”
He thought a moment and then exclaimed, “Wow! No wonder you can do anything you want to do.”
Awesome!
Posted by: Matt Kent | March 15, 2011 at 04:44 AM
Very Sweet
Posted by: Larry Greeson | March 15, 2011 at 11:57 AM
ah hah hah yes!
the wisdom of a four year old
:)
Posted by: wondering aloud | March 15, 2011 at 02:18 PM