Guest Blogger Today - My Step-Father aka PawPaw.
Why?
Well, he recently copied me on a story he shared with a friend. It was his recollection of a conversation that took place between him and Molly a couple weeks ago.
I asked him if I could share his version with you ... and he quickly granted me permission.
Good grief!
Too bad he couldn't have been so easy to persuade when it came to letting boys with pierced ears in our house. The ones who drove up with Tone Loc's 'Funky Cool Medina' ba-ba-ba-booming, giving reason for our windows to rattle. Ya know, back when I was 15 years old.
Just sayin' ... PAW PAW ...
Ahem.
So, anyway, we're stepping back again ... to early July ...
G-daughter no.4, tender age of five, and I were sitting on the sofa together early in the AM and I was reading to her, as is our habit when I'm visiting. She often rises early to snuggle and read.
As I read, she was feeling my hands, fascinated by the difference between my hand and hers. Arthritis has bent the 1st joint (distal phalanx) of three of my fingers, and she kept running her finger up and down them, feeling them. They don't feel any different, they're just bent.
Finally, she looks up at me and quietly asks, "What happened?" I explained about arthritis. She asked, "Do they hurt?" I told her that happens 'sometimes'.
Then, after a whole minute or so, she looked at me with this serious visage and asked, "Do you use these to pick your nose?"
This is not the kind of thing about which my laughter is able to be constrained, so I woke up the rest of the household that morning, I'm sure. During breaks for breath, I did explain that all fingers do that job equally well.
I do so love Molly.
