Levi
As a three year old, Levi doesn’t pronounce all of his words clearly. I have to listen very closely to understand him. I’m sure he gets a little testy with me when I ask him to repeat what he said.
He was in the kitchen with Boopah (Mr. Fixit) having a little refreshment. I was in the living room not paying much attention to their conversation. Levi came running into the living room and appeared to be a bit excited and tried to tell me something. All I understood was "Boopah" and "refrigerator." I said, “I’m sorry. Will you say that again? I didn’t quite understand.”
He said slowly and clearly enunciating every word, “Boopah…hit…his…head…on…the…refrigerator!”
I thought to myself that Boopah was just acting silly and dramatic and so I replied, “Is he crying?” I didn’t move from the couch.
“No,” he replied solemnly. He was standing there expectantly. I wasn't sure what he was waiting for.
“Did he fall on the floor?”
“No!” By his time he was starting to dance in frustration.
It finally came to me—the question I should be asking! “Do you want me to check on him?”
“Well, Yea—ah!” I caught the beginning of a three-year-old’s version of an eye roll. The tone would have put a teenager to shame. He was getting very upset with me because I was taking so long to check on his Boopah. He was probably thinking, "That old lady is asking me silly questions when my Boopah is hurt!"
When I went into the kitchen with Levi following closely at my heels, Boopah was having his drink. “Are you okay? Levi said you bumped your head.”
“I’m fine.”
He was in the kitchen with Boopah (Mr. Fixit) having a little refreshment. I was in the living room not paying much attention to their conversation. Levi came running into the living room and appeared to be a bit excited and tried to tell me something. All I understood was "Boopah" and "refrigerator." I said, “I’m sorry. Will you say that again? I didn’t quite understand.”
He said slowly and clearly enunciating every word, “Boopah…hit…his…head…on…the…refrigerator!”
I thought to myself that Boopah was just acting silly and dramatic and so I replied, “Is he crying?” I didn’t move from the couch.
“No,” he replied solemnly. He was standing there expectantly. I wasn't sure what he was waiting for.
“Did he fall on the floor?”
“No!” By his time he was starting to dance in frustration.
It finally came to me—the question I should be asking! “Do you want me to check on him?”
“Well, Yea—ah!” I caught the beginning of a three-year-old’s version of an eye roll. The tone would have put a teenager to shame. He was getting very upset with me because I was taking so long to check on his Boopah. He was probably thinking, "That old lady is asking me silly questions when my Boopah is hurt!"
When I went into the kitchen with Levi following closely at my heels, Boopah was having his drink. “Are you okay? Levi said you bumped your head.”
“I’m fine.”
Levi’s worries were put to rest. He had his Orange Crush, and I seemed to be back in good graces.
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Thank you for visiting me...I hope you'll be back! Aren't grandkids wonderful? I just never seemed to have the time to enjoy my own children like I do my grandchildren. I'll be back again. Have a blessed day! Val
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