Wednesday, June 9, 2010
MY THREE YEAR OLD SURGEON
Sitting at the breakfast table,facing Pikes Peak. The air is crisp and clean and two little arms are wrapped around my neck. I think I may be in heaven. If I had known Grandchildren were this special, I may have had them first. We don't get to see them often, so when we do, I try to get all the Nana time in I possibly can. I planned to sleep when they do, but they don't sleep at the same time. Jenna helps me make Jello and pudding. When I tried to make pudding by myself she warned me not to use milk but water. I said, "that's for Jello. You put water in Jello and milk in pudding." She looked at me like I had lost my mind, "Nana, milk is for oatmeal." Okay, okay, maybe I've forgotten a few things about the way three year olds think. Papa and I were watching, or should I say, trying to watch a movie the other night. Jenna asked her Dad if she could play a game on the computer. She was so quiet, I wanted to check it out. She was doing a surgical procedure for a knee surgery. I shouted to my son, "what are you teaching my Granddaughter." He replied, "Mom, it's a program for kids who might want to be doctors." With my eyes wide open, "She's three years old, shouldn't she be playing with dolls or coloring?" My son nodded and replied, "she does that too, until she gets bored." Great, I can't wait to come back to see which next surgical procedure she learns. Maybe Papa and I can just visit Jenna when we need a hip replaced. And at the rate she's going, she'll probably be the first six year old to perform the surgery.