Curiousity

The other day Grayson popped the dreaded question that sets fear in the hearts of all new parents; the question that we know, once they start asking, they never stop asking. He was watching me shave my legs and said, “Why, Mama?” I gulped hard. “WHAT did you say, Grayson?”

“WHY, Mama?”

Oh boy. Here we go.

That same day, we were getting ready to go to Rick & Becky’s house for supper. I asked Seth something like, “What time are we going to your parents?” and Grayson perked up his ears and said tentatively, “Parents?” like he was testing the word out. So we tried explaining what it meant, that we were his parents, etc. Then this:

Seth: Rick and Becky are MY Parents. Becky is my mama, and Rick is my papa.

Me: And Nana Louie and Grandpa Gary are my parents. Nana Louie is my mama, and –

Grayson: (sounding very proud) –Grandpa Gary is MY mama!

Heh. So maybe we’ll tackle that concept a little later.

We went on a hike yesterday at Franklin Creek State Park and he kept up very well with us on the trail. He spent the first half going almost faster than we were… but then he ran out of steam and we had to carry him most of the way back. What a beautiful day.