Goodnight filled my afternoon with the pleasant ramblings of a young teenager. She’s so full of energy and she brings that energy to her conversations, for the most part.
She’s had an interesting week . . .
Stay after school for not completing an assignment.
Detention for an interesting circumstance for which I will feign strictness, but take her side this time. More on that another time. She serves the detention tomorrow.
During our combined after-school bantering, I happened to remind her about tomorrow’s detention and casually told her that I didn’t appreciate two in the same week.
GN: But Gram, staying after school and detention are not the same thing!
Gram: Do you know the definition of detention, or to be detained?
Gram: Look it up in the dictionary.
GN: But Gram! They’re different.
Gram: That may be, but staying after for an incomplete assignment and detention for a rule infraction are still two, count ‘em, two days of staying after school.
GN: You’re lucky I didn’t get another one today in our library time.
Gram: That would make you the lucky one. What would that have been for?
GN: Looking at graduation dresses on the internet. Well, probably for being loud while looking at graduation dresses on the internet. We were having fun.
Gram: But we have your graduation dress situation solved, except to buy the fabric.
GN: Oh . . . and Gram? If you come to my graduation, “wear sonthing(sp) nice.”
She was quoting an app from her iPod.
Gram: First of all, what do you mean ‘if’ I come to your graduation? How will you get there if I don’t go? And . . . I already have something planned to wear. I’m going to buy extra fabric and make a dress to match yours.
The look of shock darted across her face, but she recovered quickly.
GN: No offense, Gram, but you couldn’t pull off wearing a dress like the one you’re gonna make for me.
I shouldn’t burst out laughing so quickly. I should pretend to be strict or shocked at her direct nature. Or at the very least, hurt by her honesty. But I’m not. She was simply stating the obvious and I was only pulling her leg.
GN: So, Grammy? Wanna do something fun with your granddaughter before softball pratice?
Gram: Sure! How about your algebra?
GN: The party’s over then, huh?
Gram: It is . . . unless you think simplifying radicals is as much fun as looking at graduation dresses on the internet.