I had the distinct pleasure of spending the night with my 3 year old grandson this week. I have not done this before and did not know what to expect. We decided to “camp out”. That’s where you pull out the sofa bed in the living room and sleep there instead of in your bed in your room. It seems he and Daddy do this on occassion and it’s fun.
E. loves to play Cut the Rope on my ipad, so that’s what we decided we would do. He is amazingly good at this game for a kid his age and is very excited when the frog finally gets the candy. If he has trouble with a particular level he hands it to me and says,”Here Grandma. Tell me when you get it” and he goes off to do something else while I struggle with the game. When I failed at one attempt, I used me safe word instead of a cuss word. I said, “Oh piffle!”. The kid went nuts laughing. He laughed so hard I started laughing, and he kept saying ,”piffle, piffle, piffle.”
Time goes by and he’s on level 21 and he misses. “Pretzel”, he says! He starts laughing again and there I am laughing and crying and we are both hysterical and he says,”Piffle, Pretzel!” and continues to crack up. This three year old is playing me! He knows he’s funny and he’s stretching the bit! So I start saying “Piffle, Pretzel” and he says, “Pickle”. We are out of control now. Every possible combination of pickle, pretzel, piffle is flying around and we are in tears laughing and his Mom is upstairs with his baby sister wondering what the heck is going on with E. and G’ma.
When we calmed down, he said to me,”Will you stay until yesterday Grandma?” He sometimes mixes up yesterday and tomorrow. I said I would and we turned off the TV and went to sleep.
When he woke the next morning he said,”Grandma! You stayed all night! PICKLE!”
Thanks for reading. Have a great weekend.