Monday, March 30, 2015

Papa's Medicine...

I arrived home from Florida on Friday and that evening one of my sons called. We were catching up on things when I heard my grandson in the background. My son asked him, "Do you want to say hi to Papa?" and he eagerly assented. So after the customary "his" and "I miss yous" I asked him how he was and he responded, Oh Papa, I'm super sick! I just can't stop coughing." And then he coughed, the first I heard. So I said, Boy Jacobi, that's too bad. I wish  I had some medicine to make you feel better."
"You do Papa," he said. "Gummy Bears".

It was so cute that Saturday morning I made a special trip out to my son's, to deliver my medicine to my grandson. The look of joy on his face was more than payment for my efforts, although my son gently scolded me for allowing my grandson to "play" me the way he did...

That little guy can play me all he wants, as can my other grandchildren, for I am no longer bound by those parental rules of right and wrong. I'm Papa now, and the rules have all changed... and I'm loving it!
Food for thought...