Are You Happy, Papa

by Pat Antonopoulos

Captive audience? Sort of...though you have the 'exit' option.
I do try to refrain from too many grandmother stories, but failure to refrain is part of my joy.

Two and half year old little boy, busy playing trains looks up from his tunnels and tracks. For a few seconds, he stares across the room. Papa, too, is staring and seems not to notice the quiet attention.

This beautiful child comes to his grandfather, leans in and look up into Papa's eyes.
"Are you happy, Papa?" 30 months old and concerned that Papa is happy!

And next, there is the story of "Oh, Crapahauna!"
At almost five years, this grandson has developed a secret language. He frequently asks me not listen to his songs lest I decode and understand. One song is his favorite and he has a beautiful melody with a refrain that is constantly inserted.
His Daddy, my son, has the scoop on this one.
Naughty words are a clear and certain no-no and Frank absolutely understand that he is not to say those very attractive words. So he sings and suddenly "Oh, Crapahauna gets past the censors.

Life is rich and good.