I love my grandson. I adore my grandson. Since he was an infant we have shared our days together (along with other grandmother). We have enjoyed wonderful days together as I’ve watched him grow.
I’ve watched as the toys have changed signaling new skills or interests. We’ve gone from rattles and chewy things to pull toys and toys that easily amuse. We’ve gone through big fat Legos to millions of teeny tiny ones that hurt like OUCH!!! when you step on them. We progressed from Play Doh to Mr. Potato Head…along with his missus! He fell in love with the movie CARS…and we have no less than 75 of the delightful people/cars to inhabit my our studio. Of course they have an entire city consisting of pastures, and drive ins and car shops and tire stores and a junk yard for Mater! We have progressed from stuffed animals to the Disney characters to the Monsters, Inc family to the whole gang from the Toy Story conglomerate. We have colored in books, on paper, on cardboard, on canvas. We have painted on easels, on canvas on rocks on leaves, on the table. We have cut reams of paper and glued the results to other reams of paper…only colored. And, for the last little while..we have been inundated …and converged on…enveloped even, by Star Wars.
The characters are plentifully bestrewn all across the studio floor. There are big space ships and little spaceships and teeny tiny space ships. There are people in war regalia and creatures I did not know existed…but are ready for battle. There are 268 teeny tiny guns….each of which go to a certain character. To me a gun is a gun. To Levi, the character’s correct gun in his or her hands makes all the difference in winning the battle and living another day.
Now the thing about Star Wars is that I’ve already gone through this Invasion twice in my lifetime…about 40 years ago and again 7 years later with the instigators being boys named Adam (Levi’s daddy) and Alex (Levi’s Uncle). Alex was actually the more enamored one and when he was 16, insisted that we pack up the brightest and best of his collected dynasty to save for posterity. And it all sat in a big plastic bag at the top of his closet just waiting for another little man child to have the love and vision for what could be in a galaxy far, far away. And, one such devotee was birthed into our family. And, may I just add…the young one plays with those toys for all he’s worth. The ones from 39 some odd years ago are not even made anymore. He has some special pieces. And, they mix together just fine. He makes sounds for each separate spaceship and people mover. He engages in battles and wars that extend out of my studio into the foyer and down the hall. There is nothing…NOTHING…he loves better than for his Uncle Alex, who knows the finest details about Star Wars and has lived with these people for 33 years, to engage in battle warfare with him to save our very existence here on Planet Earth…or some such place. And, his daddy is becoming about as crazed as he is about collecting the various good guys and bad guys and good space ships and bad space ships…which is great by Levi!
So, my point her being…that Dear. darling Levi has a plethora of toys and books and art supplies to keep his healthy little mind occupied with plenty to do. That’s why this was particularly hard to take………
LEVI…Lulu, I’m thinking of another game for us to play.
LULU….OK, I’m a little tired of blowing up planets and sailing spaceships through the universe. How do you play?
LEVI…First, you go sit on the couch. But don’t lean on the back of it… sit at the edge of it.
LULU…OK, I can do that. And so I did! He proceeded to take himself all the way to the other side of the room. He then placed his body in a position reminescent of a runner beginning a big race. ” Something is amiss”, my clever brain told me.
LULU...Can you tell me the name of this game before we start?
LEVI…Sure…It’s called KNOCK DOWN THE GRANDMA !!!!????****!!!!
LULU…Well little man, there is one thing I need to tell you before we start.
LEVI…What, LULU?
LULU..You’ve picked up some tragic space sickness and it is lodged in your brain and is making you think about crazy things if you think I’m playing this game.
LEVI…AW, come on Lulu, it will be fun!
LULU…NO! NO! just no!
And, I destroyed the light in a little boys eyes who had such high hopes that his new game would be a delightful change of pace for all involved. But, I’ve seen that particular light in years past…and I never forgot it Hard history lessons only repeat because some one didn’t remember.
And, because I am a wise and clever grandmother, I was out the door and into the yard before he could blink. I grabbed the basket ball and threw it into his arms as he rounded the garage door. And we then spent half an hour shooting baskets.
And, that’s the way I saved my life on 2/22/17!
Quickly we checked into our room around lunch time…we had passes for the first ride at 1:45! And we made it! Oh! it felt good to walk those streets of the Magic Kingdom again! All the happy people, the music, the quaint buildings and more smiles than you could count! Two more passes during the afternoon and then we made our way to dinner!
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