|Dad, Jerry and Chris|
About 3 BD (Before Diane)
But 5 minutes AC (After Coats)
Our kids and grandkids were over for the weekend.
Fortunately for us, spring has finally arrived in Edmonton, Alberta, and they were able to spend much of the day outside.
One grandson, anxious to rejoin his cousins on the pirate ship in the backyard (yes, we have a pirate ship in the backyard) was frantically looking for his coat.
Which he had discarded when he had come inside.
“Can’t find it!” he lamented loudly.
“Well, Sweetie,” I said. “I don’t know . . .” That was as far as I got.
Because, suddenly, I was remembering my Mom.
And something she said to us every time we were bewailing the loss of some article of clothing.
Which happened often.
Ahem . . .
There would the usual scurry to find said article of clothing.
And then the inevitable words, “I CAN’T FIND IT/THEM!!!”
Followed, if one were really good, by tears.
I was really good.
Back to my story . . .
Mom would appear on the scene and immediately bring the problem into ‘Mom’ focus with the words: “Well, I don’t know where I put it/them when I wore it/them last!”
We would frown because adult-sized Mom would never, ever have fit into it/them.
And this was NOT helpful!
Then she would laugh.
Whereupon (good word!) we would sigh and slump and renew our search.
So, back to my grandson.
The three-year-old standing indignantly in the middle of the kitchen.
I smiled. “Well, Sweetie, I don’t know where I put it when I wore it last!”
He frowned at me.
I heard laughter from the periphery. And “I remember Mom saying that to me!”
Some things lose nothing in the years.