Run For It!

Those of you who know my husband probably won't believe he can be Grumpy instead of Grampy. But some of us witness that particular side of him every now and then, and he is kidded about it often by all "his girls". Daughter number two actually bought a meter fridge magnet that you can put a peg in to measure the level of grumpiness for "Dad/Grampy". The best is "Awesome", the scariest is "Run For It!"

Madie stayed with us last weekend while Mummy was cheering for our favourite hockey team (Go VREDS!) with Aunt Angie and Uncle Mark in Maine. As an aside, we had a great time including going to the Bee Movie, (have you ever watched a movie with a five-year-old whose humorous comments sound like a 20-year-old? I enjoyed her reaction to the punch lines as much as I did Jerry Seinfeld as Barry Bee!)

Back to the story... on Sunday, when the travellers returned, Madie went with Grampy while they helped said aunt and uncle pick up a Christmas tree. She preferred that trip rather than church with Grammie. Upon my return, she and Grampy were already back in the yard, puttering. She came in with me, kicked off her boots and went straight for the "Mood Monitor" on the fridge door. She promptly asked me to read her the list, peg in hand. I got to the top and said, "RUN FOR IT!" "That's it!," she yelled and stuck in the peg.

I asked if Grampy was not in a good mood on their Christmas tree trip. She sighed and shook her head. "All he did was say, Madie, don't touch that. Madie don't do that. Madie behave! Grammie," she said gravely, "he was definitely a Run For It!"

Sorry Grampy you've been pegged!