The kids loved their grandfather, who they called “Pop-Pop.”
I was worried when he moved into our house after his wife died. I wasn’t sure how Jack and I and the kids would adjust to having a grumpy, old curmudgeon that was Jack’s father in our home. And how would the old man tolerate the chaos that two rambunctious rugrats could generate?
But Pop-Pop really surprised me. He was a pure delight to have around. He wasn’t at all the bitter old man I thought he was. He went out of his way to be funny for the kids and they adored him. And he was so appreciative that we made a home for him in our house.
“What was your favorite memory about Pop-Pop?” I asked the kids.
“It was how he would always roast pumpkin seeds for us on Saturday mornings,” Eddie said.
“It was when he’d come downstairs in the morning wearing his shorts and would have on one black sock and one white sock,” Edie said. “That was so silly.”
“I bet, now that he’s in heaven,” Eddie said, “he’ll be roasting pumpkin seeds for God and making him smile and laugh all the time.”
Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. Today’s three things are grandfather, pumpkin seed, and white sock.
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Lovely story 🙂
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Thanks. And thanks for the prompts.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Nice memory. Hang on to that one.
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That’s why I had three kids. Hopefully one of them will step up and let me live with them when I become that curmudgeon. Oh wait, I’m already that curmudgeon!
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It’s better to live close by rather than to live with them.
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Hey! That’s what we called our grandfather too. He was fun and funny. Glad the kids in your story have good memories of Pop-Pop as well.
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