Tall Tales

I am spending Thanksgiving with my son and his 8-year old daughter.

It is lovely.  My son takes care of everything.

I still find lots to keep busy but at a slower pace. 

Leisurely coffee in the morning, a peaceful walk.

Listening to my 8-year old granddaughter relate stories that are on the edge. 

She tells them with such conviction that it is hard to remember that they are fiction.

For example, while visiting me this summer she insisted that her Dad and she were flying from Alabama to go trick or treating in New York City.   Believe it or not, her boyfriend and his family were going to meet them in New York City!

I did not believe it but she was so insistent that I thought, “Well, maybe.”   

I mean, who can argue with a verbal and insistent 8-year old?

When her Dad arrived to take her home, he chuckled that I would even consider that the story was true. 

Silly Oma, believing this tall tale!

9 thoughts on “Tall Tales”

  2. When my son was 8 he asked if you could be white and have a black uncle. I explained how it was possible – I found out later he’d told kids at school that Michael Jackson was his uncle. 🙂 Have a blessed holiday.

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