Our seven year old granddaughter Monique is
as precious to us as life itself, but she’s a handful. Dori and John trust us to care for her at
times and it can be exciting. She’s
quick, she’s a climber, she runs, she zips around on her bike. Last summer a neighbor cautioned me: “You should watch her more closely, did you know
she is way up in that tree?” I looked up
and was startled.
Last winter we spent some time visiting the
family in San Francisco. I was watching
a Wolf Blitzer interview with Donald Trump. Monique was dashing around here
there and everywhere, but I tried to concentrate on what was being said. Suddenly Monique was cuddling right next to
me. I tried to focus but Monique had
some questions:
“Boppo, does Donald
Trump say bad words?”
“Yes!
Let’s watch and listen.”
“Boppo,
is he saying bad words now?”
“No!”
“Why
not?”
“Ahhh
– he’s trying to be nice for television?”
"But he’s not
nice; he keeps interrupting; does Donald Trump know what nice means?”
Joanne reports a conversation this
summer. “Grandma if Donald Trump wins we
will have to move to another country, but we should all move to the same place.”
Monique is now playing soccer. Last week she scored a goal and celebrated
running in circles screaming, “I’m Hilary Clinton – I’m Hilary Clinton and I
never give up, I never give up.”
I’m
expecting some interesting comments tomorrow.
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