Sunday, December 11, 2011
Icing on the Cake
“YaYa, do you remember when you and I went to the dog park?” My three-year-old granddaughter, Allie, and I were headed home from a shopping spree at Target when she charmed me with her question.
“Yes, I do!” I replied.
“Do you remember when you and I saw a big parade?” she followed up.
“Yes, I do!” I answer, delighted that we’re making memories she’s old enough now to remember.
“Why do you remember?” she asked me. At three and a half, she’s spent the last year adding the question, “why?”, to every other question, like icing on a piece of cake. But I’ve figured out how to get around it. I turn the “why?” question back to her. So that’s what I did today.
“Why do YOU remember those things, Allie?” I asked, feeling a little sneaky, and kind of proud of myself.
“Because I love going places with you, YaYa,” she answered.
And she won the question and answer game. I was washed out by tears.
Three-year-olds don’t play fair.