{"id":178,"date":"2012-01-19T14:41:59","date_gmt":"2012-01-19T14:41:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/2012\/01\/19\/how-children-view-their-grandparents\/"},"modified":"2012-01-19T14:41:59","modified_gmt":"2012-01-19T14:41:59","slug":"how-children-view-their-grandparents","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/2012\/01\/19\/how-children-view-their-grandparents\/","title":{"rendered":"How Children View Their Grandparents"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- Original Post Content --><br \/>\nFor all you grandparents, soon-to-be grandparents and, well heck, everybody&#8230;&#8230;  \ud83d\ude00  \ud83d\ude00 <\/p>\n<p>\t1. She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she&#8217;d done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, &quot;But Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!&quot; I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>\t2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 62. My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, &quot;Did you start at 1?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t3. After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice,<br \/>\n\t&quot;Who was THAT?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t4. A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like. &quot;We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.&quot;<br \/>\n\tThe little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, &quot;I sure wish I&#8217;d gotten to know you sooner!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t5. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, &quot;Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?&quot; I mentally polished my halo and I said, &quot;No, how are we alike?&#8221; &quot;You&#8217;re both old,&quot; he replied.<\/p>\n<p>\t6. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather&#8217;s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. <br \/>\n\t&quot;What&#8217;s it about?&quot; he asked. <br \/>\n\t&quot;I don&#8217;t know,&quot; she replied. &quot;I can&#8217;t read.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t7. I didn&#8217;t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, &quot;Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these colors yourself!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t8. When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, &quot;It&#8217;s no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, &quot;I&#8217;m not sure.&quot; &quot;Look in your underwear, Grandpa,&quot; he advised &quot;Mine says I&#8217;m 4 to 6.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t10. A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, &quot;Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.&quot; The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. &quot;That&#8217;s interesting.&quot; she said. &quot;How do you make babies?&quot; <br \/>\n\t&quot;It&#8217;s simple,&quot; replied the girl. &quot;You just change &#8216;y&#8217; to &#8216;i&#8217; and add &#8216;es&#8217;.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t11. Children&#8217;s Logic: &quot;Give me a sentence about a public servant,&quot; said a teacher. The small boy wrote: &quot;The fireman came down the ladder pregnant.&quot; The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. &quot;Don&#8217;t you know what pregnant means?&quot; she asked.<br \/>\n\t&quot;Sure,&quot; said the young boy confidently. &#8216;It means carrying a child.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t12. A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog&#8217;s duties.<br \/>\n\t&quot;They use him to keep crowds back,&quot; said one child.<br \/>\n\t&quot;No,&quot; said another. &quot;He&#8217;s just for good luck.&quot;<br \/>\n\tA third child brought the argument to a close.&quot;They use the dogs,&quot; she said firmly, &quot;to find the fire hydrants.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t13. A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. &quot;Oh,&quot; he said, &quot;she lives at the airport, and when we want her, we just go get her. Then, when we&#8217;re done having her visit, we take her back to the airport.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>\t14. Grandpa is the smartest man on earth! He teaches me good things, but I don&#8217;t get to see him enough to get as smart as him!<\/p>\n<p>\t15. My Grandparents are funny, when they bend over, you hear gas leaks and they blame their dog.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<h3>Replies:<\/h3>\n<div class=\"migrated-reply\" style=\"border: 1px solid #eee;padding: 15px;margin-bottom: 15px;border-radius: 5px\">\n<p><strong>Posted by:<\/strong> ACPA on January 19, 2012, 7:26 pm<\/p>\n<div>Some good ones.<\/p>\n<p>\tThanks Stick.<\/p>\n<p>\tNoah<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For all you grandparents, soon-to-be grandparents and, well heck, everybody&#8230;&#8230; \ud83d\ude00 \ud83d\ude00 1. She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she&#8217;d done many times before. 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