I spent some time with my grand daughter yesterday. We sat on the sofa cuddled up like two bugs telling stories. Sammie loves stories, so I make them up as I go. I tell her stories about frogs that fly, about people who slink into the television set and can hop out in any home they want, or how Jake the Dog, our dog, chases rabbits and tigers and cougars who live in the house across the street where they cook great meals and have elephant guests for dinner. Sammie's supply of questions is bottomless, prompting the stories to snowball into more and more outlandish characters and predicaments.
The below story, however, is very true...really!
"Nan, I have a new pet," says my four-year-old granddaughter.
"Really, I didn't see one when I came in. What do you have?"
"Oh, its a slug."
"A slug! Now that's an interesting pet, huh?" I say remembering that I did see all 1/2 inch of him last week, clinging to a leaf (and probably his life) in a see-through plastic jar.
"Yes, and my Mom found the perfect place for him to live." Sammie is just so proud and happy that Mom did this. She sits up straight and puts her nose up in the air. But I know my daughter -- slimy things aren't quite her cup of tea. If the truth be told, she apoplectic when she sees a spider.
"Where would that be?" I ask.
"In the vacuum cleaner."
"What a great spot for a slug!" I'm trying not to laugh.
"It's the perfect spot Mom said because slugs like dirt."
"Your mom is really great at finding special homes for little creatures, isn't she?"
"Nan, she's the best."
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to keep from laughing. But more than that, I marvel at the miracle of innocence and how little children see their parents as perfect. Isn't life wonderful?