Yeesh, has it really been TEN days since I posted? Sorry, Mom.
So, the other day Matthew and I stopped at Panera. As I balanced my tray and carried Matthew's lunch box and held our two cups -- what, do I have four hands? -- Matthew dashed ahead of me, darting through the crowd at knee-height and below tray level. "Matthew!" I called as he cut in front of a woman, "Matthew! Stop! People can't see you!" Then I glanced at the woman, ready to apologize. "Linda!" It was my friend Linda, from writing circle! "Matthew! Come here, I want you to meet my friend! This is Linda!"
Linda and I chatted briefly and then Matthew and I found a table outside. As we were finishing our lunches, Matthew said, "Where's grandma?"
"Michigan," I answered.
"Noooooo, where's GRANDMA?" he persisted.
Both of Matthew's grandmas, Grandma Linda and Grandma T, live in Michigan. But there is also great-grandma, who lives in Florida. "Great-grandma?" I said, "She is in Florida."
Matthew was now visibly agitated. He pointed to the door and said, "NO. WHERE . . . IS . . . GRANDMA?"
And suddenly, I understood. Grandma Linda. My friend Linda. "Do you mean LINDA?" I asked.
"Yes," he sighed with relief. "Linda. That's right. Linda. Not Grandma."
Monday, September 26, 2011
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OUR Linda? How fun. Panera is so hard with kids - those huge trays, the skinny area to wait in line. You are a brave woman!!
Actually, a different Linda from that one fall semester when we were different nights Kim!
Brave? Or crazy?
Hysterical! Of course,there is only 1 REAL Grandma Linda
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