Kids say the darnest things, sometimes. My grandchildren are no exception. The things they said were said with no malice. Just pure innocence. Yet, depending on the occasion, their utterances would evoke different reactions from this poor grandpa whom the kids call YeYe. Sometimes surprised. Sometimes dumbfounded. Sometimes speechless. But angry? No.
6-year old granddaughter, Chloe, asked what I was doing with my pair of tweezer and mini-sized mirror.
"Nothing, just pulling beard," I said.
"Let me help you, YeYe," the ever helpful one offered.
She took over the tweezer and after staring at my chin for a few moments, asked: "Which one, YeYe? White one or black one?"
On another occasion I had just finished cooking claypot chicken rice and getting ready for dinner when Chloe stared at the plate in front of her and asked: "Who's the idiot who put garlic in my rice?"
YeYe could only glare back at her and growled: " I did!"
Sensing danger she quickly changed subject and asked "YeYe, what are you going to do after dinner?"
3-year-old grandson, Joseph, has grown to be quite talkative the last couple of weeks, and started using a few new words and phrases with a fair amount of accuracy. So YeYe was pleasantly surprised hearing his little Joe blabber out long phrases such as "It's amazing!"; "I can't believe it!"; and "What are you talking about?"
Until, out of the blue and catching me by total surprise, he let out a "Stupid YeYe!"
"Don't ever say that?" I said with a firm voice, taking his hand and swiping it with a ruler. Grinning, he offered his other hand and I had no choice but to give it a swipe also. He was still grinning! Suppressing laughter, I raised my voice a little higher and demanded "Say sorry to YeYe."
The little one went: "Sorry ... stupid YeYe."
I went back to my TV and watched Liverpool lost 3-1 to Aston Villa that night!
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