Poor Oma

I sometimes wonder what the little guy is thinking when I talk to him. His daddy is an outdoor enthusiast so the two of them built a very nice fire pit in their backyard. Expecting to hear that they were going to roast hot dogs or toast marshmallows, I asked, "What are you going to do with the fire pit!" He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Build a fire." I could almost hear him thinking, What else would we do with it? One visit when we'd gone to a dinosaur museum, he'd found a model of a brachiosaurus in the gift shop. On the way to lunch, he told me many facts about this dinosaur, including that it was a plant-eater. When we got to McDonald's I asked if we should get a burger for his dinosaur, and he told me very seriously, "No--it's an herbivore." Remember Oma? I just told you that in the car! My worst blooper happened on their last visit. He's been very interested in family connections, and his parents are trying to help him make sense of who's who. When they arrived, after the hello hugs, my daughter picked him up and said, "Who's Oma?" He grinned and proudly said, "Mommy's Mommy!" Wanting to give him the chance to keep showing off, I said, "Who's Mommy?" Looking more than a little worried, he pointed sideways at her and said, "She's standing right here holding me." Poor Oma. She's losing brain cells so fast, I can practically see them pouring out her ears!