A couple weeks ago, Gramps and I took Mac to the lake in the boat. (It is still very hot here is Texas!) We went all around the lake and then decided we would beach the boat so we could do some swimming and wading in the cool water. Mac had his life jacket on and jumped over the side of the boat, making a very large splash. His comment – “What a huge displacement!”.
Thank you Science teacher!
One weekend Mac came to visit us and we started playing Monopoly. Gramps’ playing piece was the hat, mine was the thimble and Mac’s was the car. The game lasted from one day to the next, as it often does.
It was becoming clear that Gramps was going to win, as he had all the hotels and houses. Whoever landed on one of his properties next was going to go bankrupt. Mac sat up straight and announced, “I’m going to sell my car!” and promptly traded his playing piece in for the horse. Gramps tried to convince him that the maintenance cost of a horse would probably be more than the car, but Mac was convinced his luck would change.
Gramps, of course, won royally, but what a laugh we had!
The first day of school, my fifth grade grandson Shawn comes home with a list of things he requires for school. “I need a blue folder, a red folder, an art eraser, four number two pencils. Oh and I need a saxophone!”
The Pastor of our church was giving the sermon. He spoke the words “We are but dust and to dust we will return.” After the service, a young girl came up to him and asked, “What is butt dust?”
My daughter – “Wow! It’s 17 degrees outside!”
Son, 8 year old Mac – “At least it’s not 14 degrees!”
The other day,7 yo grandson Mac was over and as usual, we were having pancakes for breakfast. The batter was ready and poured on the skillet. Gramps was flipping the beautifully browned cakes, when I suggested he let Mac do the flipping. Without one second of delay, Mac piped up, “That’s okay. I’m more the batter stirring type.”
Gramps’ brother had come from California for a visit. The two men look somewhat similar, as brothers often do. Our then six year old grandson Mac hadn’t seen his Great Uncle for quite some time and although he was very glad to see his elder kin, he couldn’t remember his name. The youngster very cleverly saved the day by referring to him as “the other Gramps”. To this day, we all call him “the other Gramps”. It just fits.