Letter to Grandma

Today when Arwen was putting Blaise down for the night she asked if Camilla could come down and hang out with me so the whole process would be a little smoother. Camilla is easy to watch and tonight she was even easier because she was writing a letter to her paternal grandmother also known fondly as “Grandma Yogurt”. Camilla sat down at my desk, carefully arranged her markers and asked me to spell out “Grandma Yogurt” for a picture she was drawing. I was lounging on my bed reading, too lazy to get up and make sure she was forming the letters correctly, I mean she's been doing it for months, and she's pretty good it so why did I need to get up? I said each letter to her in turn and when she was finished she brought me a lovely picture of her and mama (Arwen) in grandma's pool that was labeled “Grab ma yogurt”. Nice. This is exactly what Camilla's loving but somewhat strange grandmother needs to see; me encouraging her to draw pictures that seem to command grandma like a servant. I can just imagine how that conversation would go down, or south depending on how you look at it. “Hey, grandma come here! I've got a picture for you, there's a secret message in it too, ha ha ha ha*. And make it snappy, YoKids doesn't do well in the sun.” Three year old on a power trip. This is where a simple misspelling gets me. Camilla is asking “Why are you laughing, Aunt Tirienne?” How do I explain this? Maybe she'll read this post when she's sixteen and be able to laugh at herself. Let's hope so. :)


* A la Bill Cosby in the “Noah” sketches.