Over the summer, we look after him daily. He never stops asking questions and happily offers analysis of various things in his life. He certainly is entertaining.
Here then is part seven of Conversations with Jonathan.
(J and his parents are moving. The bad news is the townhouse they were leasing got sold out from under them. The good news is that the house across the street from us came on the market and the owners liked them best.)
It’s 7 AM and J stumbles out of the bedroom.
J: Deda, I move across the street in two days!
Me: No buddy, you don’t move for another week.
J: Oh! I’m going back to bed.
Me: See you later….
(Terrie’s been under the weather with a bad case of vertigo - ambulance, emergency ward, the whole thing. Especially the first couple of days after the attack, she spent a lot of time resting in bed. J was concerned.)
J: Deda, how’s Baba? Is she sick?
Me: Why don’t you go check on her?
He goes down the hall to Baba’s room.
J: Baba, I look after you ok?
Baba: That’s nice J, thank you so much.
He proceeds to flip around, try handstands, dancing and jumping on the spot. While entertaining, he is making Baba dizzy.
Baba: You can’t be doing what you’re doing Jonathan, Baba doesn’t feel good and all the jumping around makes it worse.
J: Oh Baba, I’ll get you something.
He left the room, went to the kitchen and rummaged around in his special cupboard. Then he returned to Baba’s side.
J: Baba, I brought you fish crackers. I hope you feel better.
As he left the room.
J: It’s ok Baba, I’ll look after you. I’ll come back.
J: Deda, Doug Findlater says Hot Wheels cars are for kids, not adults. You should listen to Doug Findlater.
Me: Doug Findlater! What do you know about him?
J: Deda, he’s the mayor and he makes the rules.
Me: But what does he know about Hot Wheels cars?
J: Deda, you have cars and a kid should play with them.
Me: No J, they’re my special collector cars.
J: But I want to play with them and Doug Findlater says….
J: I love golf and lacrosse.
Me: That’s great J. Two wonderful sports.
J: I want to keep doing it. I learned to hit the ball at the target. Did you write that down?
Me: Yes I did J. I like to tell your stories.
J: I like tennis. I like to throw balls. Who are you going to send that to?
Me: I’ll probably put it on Facebook and my website.
J: I like golf because it’s fun. My coach is really funny. He says they have a spider room for people who don’t listen. They’re bigger than Darcy’s hand!
Me: Would you go into the spider room?
J: I listen so I don‘t have to go into the room.
(J is second from the top)
J is one of those kids who refuses to wiggle a loose tooth. He won't touch it. Today he came home from school with a front one hanging by the proverbial thread.
Me: Want me to pull it for you?
J: Noooo! I'll handle it.
And he did.
J and his parents have moved into the house across the street from us. It was the first night in his new room. He came for a morning visit and looked both ways before crossing the street.
Me: Did you have a good sleep?
J: I sure did.
Me: What did you think when you woke up?
J: It was late. I heard the birds.
Me: What did you do then?
J: Mommy and Daddy were still sleeping. They were out cold.
Me: Did you turn on TV or something?
J: Deda, do you know what my Daddy said? He heard the birds and told them it’s six o’clock in the morning. Ha ha ha! Deda, guess what? I’ve got three backyards. We can go to my house and play lacrosse.
Baba: How about some chicken noodle soup, your favourite?
J: And crackers, I love crackers.
(eats the whole can of soup, crackers, two cookies, an orange and a popsicle)
J: Baba, can we go in the Mustang?
Baba: Where do you want to go?
J: Across the bridge to a store.
Baba: Why? What’s at the store>
J: I need new shorts Baba, I’m kinda short on shorts.
Baba: Why don’t we just go for a drive with the top down?
J: Could we go to a restaurant for lunch?
(a half hour later, we’re at a restaurant where J eats most of his burger, all of his fries and then we stop at a Dairy Queen where he has a chocolate dipped cone)
J: Baba, is it dinner time yet?
J: Deda, I need pit juice. Can you put some of your pit juice on me?
Me: Now why does a little dude like you need pit juice.
J: Cuz Deda, I have stinking pits. I work you know.
Me: But all you’ve done is watch Netflix this morning. You haven’t worked.
J: I do work with you Deda.
Me: So this is like stinky pit prevention.
J: Yea Deda, pretention…….
Me: Not tomorrow buddy but maybe this summer.
J: I can go in the deep end if I wear a life jacket and they have a big slide.
Me: Do you like the slide?
J: Yes, I hold my breath like this and I go down.
Me: Sounds like fun!
J: And I don’t get water up my nose because boogers block it.
Me: So boogers are a good thing?
J: Yes, I like swimming.
Me: Yes I do.
J: We went there today and played bingo with the olderly.
Me: That was nice of you J.
J: Yes Deda and if we won bingo we got candy.
Me: Did you win?
J: Yes and I picked Smarties.
Me: Were the people older than Baba and Deda?
J: Yes, they were real old like great grandma only they were still alive.
Me: Well that’s a good thing right?
J: Yes, the olderly were real nice.