November 28, 2007
Grandma, picking six-year-old up from school: "So, Aly, what shall we do today?"
Aly: "Just a minute. I have a list."
Grandma: "Oh, really?"
Aly: "It's in my pocket." Digs around in pocket and retrieves paper with numbered list of squiggly "sentences." "It says here: 'Play with Cody.'"
Grandma: "O.K. We can do that."
After the five minute ride from school to Aly's house, and 15 minutes of romping with the dog, Aly whips out the list again.
Grandma: "What's next, Aly?"
Aly, studying the list: "It says, 'Play outside."
Grandma: "But it's raining."
Aly: "That's O.K. I have my boots and raincoat."
Grandma: "But I don't."
Aly: "I can share my umbrella."
Grandma: "What's the next thing on the list? We could do that first and by then maybe it won't be raining anymore."
Aly, perusing list again: "It says, 'Read Bisquit (dog book).'"
Sure enough, by the time the book is finished; the rain has stopped.
Grandma: "Look, Aly. The rain has stopped. What shall we do outside?"
Aly (consulting list): "It says, 'Ride bikes.'"
Grandma: "But I don't have a bike."
Aly: "You can ride my mom's."
Grandma: "How about you ride real slow, and I can walk alongside of you, and we'll go to the end of the street?"
Aly: "O.K. What if we go around the neighborhood?"
And so they did. After she parked her bike, Aly took out the list for one more look. With a visual checking off of items, she announced, "There. That's everything on the list. Now we can go in."
We spent Thanksgiving Day with granddaughter Alyson and her family, and we all went to her other grandparents' house, and that's where I heard this charming story, the retelling of which is not meant to be accurate but to give you opportunity to laugh with me over it. Since I wasn't sitting with pencil in hand as I listened, I'm sure I didn't get it right detail for detail. And since you don't know Aly, you might not hear her little gentle but winsome, and obviously highly imaginative personality come through the way I did, but I think you'll enjoy it nonetheless.