In the car this morning, on the way to the park, Littleman was talking on my cell phone to his grandma (Papabear's mom, whom he calls, "Maday."). It went something like this:
Littleman: Maaaadaaayyy, I made cookies for yooooouuuuu.
Maday: You did?
Littleman: We gonna go to your house and bring them over.
Maday: Oh, that's so nice of you.
Littleman: Maday, do you know where Grandpa is? Where is he?
Maday: (silence...the air in the car was frozen and charged...it was like time stopped - for me and Maday, for a moment or two and then:) Heaven, honey. Grandpa is in heaven.
Littleman: Grrrr. (Technically, he did not growl. Littleman sometimes makes this kind of hiss sound when he doesn't like an answer he's been given and that's the sound he made. As if the heaven explanation were not enough...but he didn't press it...on some level he must have just got it...)
Maday: I'll see you later. I love you.
Littleman: Okay, bye Maday.
And that was that.
Awww... I'm sorry hun... Someday he will understand, and he will be very grateful that you all had so much patience when he didn't...
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