The table edifies me. It is covered in scattered pens, crayons and paper. The table tells me my grandkids are happy. They are drawing pictures.
Kay: Should
I draw this landscape or portrait?
I say: It’s
up to you.
I then look
at Bruce’s drawing. Is that a picture of anybody I know?
I say:
Bruce that is a really good drawing of …ah ah ah.
Bruce: A monster
from Mars.
Me: That’s
what I thought. It sure looks like it came from Mars.
Bruce: A
monster from Mars aka Jeff.
Me: aka?
Bruce: It
means also known as.
Me: How
would you finish this sentence? My grandfather aka…
Bruce: My grandfather
aka…
He then
burps.
Bruce: My
grandfather aka burps.
He then
joyously laughs. He likes what he said so much he repeatedly says it.
Bruce: My
grandfather aka burps.
Me: I’ve
got a better sentence. Kay aka the world’s greatest dancer.
She
immediately smiles and dances around the room.
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