We spent the week at Disney world and as usual it doesn’t go without a Josie story. I wish you all could know my little five year old grandgirl who says things like “confidentially, Lily is shy” and “apparently we didn’t get enough cheese”.
It’s impossible to know what really is going on in her little head. With two big sisters, and Dora and Diago, she knows about as much as a sixth grader, but she has no qualms about using words whether she knows what they mean or not. If you ask “Josie, what does that mean?” she just shrugs, says “I don’t know” and off she goes.
We were on our way to supper after a long day at fantasy land the other night. Josie is sitting way in the back seat. I, in the middle seat, am telling Mike and Emily this long tale about this tree we had been seeing–I called it a NAKED tree because it had no bark. It was slick as driftwood. I had been talking all week about finding out what that tree was, and today, I saw one with a plaque in front of it. It was a Crepe Murtle from China.
“Now I know what a Crepe Murtle tree is”, I say, ” and it doesn’t look like that”
We discuss this a bit, when finally, in a break in the conversation, from the back seat and my sweet little Josie comes
“Now, Grandma, What is it that we are suppose to be worrying about????”
Guess I need to work on getting my story telling skills!