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?”
“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.