This is clearly a sign of the times….below is a conversation I just had with my 5 year old grandson Keelen.
We have been having some pretty bad winter weather and school has been canceled….argh!!! So all this week I have had an assistant. I am at my desk and deeply involved in some research I am doing for my Ms Sparky blog when the following conversation ensues.
Keelen: Grandma do spiders have hearts?
(I am deep in thought and he actually has to ask me twice to get my attention)
Keelen: (a little louder than before) Grandma do spiders have hearts?
Me: (It takes me a minute to snap out of my totally focused alter reality) Um. Um. Yeah. I think so. I’m sure they do.
Keelen: (evidently not totally convinced with my wishy washy answer, he responds) Can you “google” that?
When I was a kid the response to most of my questions were “Because I said so.” or “Just because.” Clearly those days are gone.
I guess before I try to BS my way through another one of those “Are you smarter than a 5th Grader questions” I will just say…”Let’s “google” that!”
FYI- Yes, spiders do have hearts…but they are very different from a human heart.
Just before Halloween I looked out the window and saw Keelen in the back yard carrying something around that looked like it might have been a small raccoon. I kind of panicked and ran outside and saw it was a cat and he was carrying it around like a baby. I just knew it was going to shred him to pieces. But it didn’t. It saw me, took off and hid under my front porch. And Keelen didn’t have a scratch on him.
Keelen kept saying “It’s in danger…it’s in danger!” He meant it was a stray and didn’t have a home. She came right out from under the porch when I called her. It was a little female about 9 months old and she seemed very friendly, very vocal and very hungry. I didn’t have any cat food so I borrowed some from my neighbor and she just scarfed it down. I wouldn’t let her in the house until I had her checked out and treated for fleas. All night she tried to get in the house. She clearly was not a stray. We live way out in the country on a dead end road. Someone had to of just dumped her off. That makes me so angry when people do that.
There was no getting rid of her now. So I took her to the vet. I had her checked for a chip, vaccinated and flea treated. Three weeks later I had her spayed.
She spent the first week under the bed and now she owns the house. Not once has she asked to go outside. She is content to just sit in the windows. She is such a sweetie. I was thinking she lucked out when we took her in. Now I’m thinking we lucked out that she picked us.
We named her Ember because she is black with orange spots like glowing embers. Thanks Laura!
We went to the prison today to visit his mom. Who wouldn’t want to drive 100 plus miles round trip on a beautiful sunshiny Sunday in November to sit in a visiting room with a bunch of criminals! Don’t get me wrong, I always (well….almost always) enjoy seeing Tiffany. And I know Keelen loves to see her and she loves to see him. But that drive really gets old. It’s a 5 hour ordeal from the time we leave until we get back. I hope she appreciates this. Paybacks are hell!!!
Anyway, we were in the waiting area waiting for our turn to go through the metal detectors and be escorted into the visiting area, when out of the blue Keelen asked me “Grandma, where do the kids go when both their mom and dad gets arrested and no one wants them?” He totally caught me off guard. I tried to explain about foster parents while at the same time hoping they would hurry up and call our name.
It’s sad that a five year old even has to think about that kind of stuff!!!
The photo above is Tiffany and Keelen at the Prison on a visit.