184 Miles and 7,984,256 'Hey Pa pas' Later

Last Friday, August 4, I had the day off work. It was for our yearly company outing to Cedar Point. I didn't go to Cedar Point as Hubby had to work and Little Man really isn't in to amusement parks yet. I was totally ok with not going; as I got older I turned into a big wuss and am too afraid to ride rides now.

I saw this day as a perfect opportunity to spend quality time with Little Man. I had a dr appointment in the morning, but after that our day was clear. I was contemplating not taking him to the dr with me, as I was having my newly-lanced abscess examined and was afraid I would cry or shout expletives during the exam. Pa pa to the rescue! My dad called me and asked if he could hang out with Little Man while I was at the dr. Great! Wonderful solution for me, and Little Man was more than overjoyed at the prospect of doing "guy stuff" with Pa pa.

Pa pa picked Little Man up at 8:30 that morning. After ensuring the car seat got fastened in properly (their was no car seat law when I was little), Pa pa and Little Man were off. They were heading to breakfast then to Pa pa's work for a bit.

After my appointment, I spotted my dad's truck at this little bar/restaurant on my way home. I called his cell, and sure enough, he and Little Man were still eating breakfast. So I stopped by. Upon entering, my dad gives me this big grin and tells me that when his phone rang he looked at it then told Little Man, "It's your mom." To which Little Man replies, "Don't answer it." Ha ha ha (note the sarcasm). Dad informs me he has to make a trip to get forks for his skid loader and would like to take Little Man with him. Of course Little Man is jumping at the chance, so I say ok.

Well, many hours later, Pa pa brings him home. Now, my dad is a good dad and a great Pa pa. However, sometime between raising two daughters and now interacting with his grandson, he has forgotten what is and is not appropriate to teach an almost 4 year old boy.

Pa pa to Little Man: "Tell Mommy what we learned about girls."
Little Man: "Girls stink and we don't talk to them."
Pa pa to Little Man: (proudly) "And tell Mommy who's corn field is across the road from Pa pa's corn."
Little Man: (grinning wildly) "Stupid Republican"

After one day with Pa pa, it is now official. Pa pa will be the first name on the 'call list' for preschool.