Took a drive out to my daughter’s place a couple weekends ago. 4 year old granddaughter “Z” -flies around the kitchen in the bat mask I brought. (Grandma Auburn always brings something!) Took a few blurry pictures. I admire her Apple Festival haul, too. Then she finds her harmonica and it’s “Gramma watch! Gramma listen!” “GRA-MMA Come ON!”
And I do… prancing and dancing (more or less) behind my miniature pied piper. Through the halls of the old farmhouse. Hopping over the resting pitbull. (Who has heard it all before; and IN FACT has accompanied us with a flute in her collar.)
We queue up Blues Traveler (John Popper). Cast it to the TV and she’s THERE in her own musical crazy-ness! I was swept up in the moment and began to sing along…
And then, “Gramma, stop singing when I play the ‘monica. OK?”
In my head: You little rascal. I knew this song before you were born….
And I shut up; ’cause the little musician said so 😉 Grandma Auburn needed a break anyway, whew! -30-
