I talk about my grandson a lot.
Here's the thing with little kids...every little kid, my grandson and yours — all kids live in a world of "firsts." It's the first time they taste a strawberry or a lemon. The first time they meet a puppy or an elephant. The first time they stick their toes in sand — or into a swimming pool. Life for them is all about first words and first steps and that first tooth we feel for every time they get fussy.
And what well-worn adult can resist that? Particularly from the perspective of a grandparent, capturing those moments (with a camera or a pencil) is a second chance to see life through fresh eyes. It's our mini-reboot, an opportunity to be a life tour guide to our namesake. In a way we get to say to our favorite little person, "Do I ever have something to show you!" And you better believe you are going to get a reaction.
How cool is that?
Which brings me back to the subject of our jacuzzi.
The jacuzzi has transformed bath time at our house from "I DON'T WANT TO TAKE A BAF!" to "Can we turn on the jets?"
Since my grandson is five years old now, we don't necessarily hover over him while he takes a bath, but we do obviously leave the bathroom door open and sit within clear earshot and conversation distance. He chats happily to his toys, giggles, and repeatedly asks somebody to "come look" at whatever maritime accident he has created with his toy boats in the jacuzzi wave pool.
As long as he is talking, he isn't drowning. And he talks plenty.
But the other day he said something a little odd.