This is what Little Man does when he comes out to the ranch.
Little Man is my nephew, for those of you who just got on board here at Meanwhile. He’s my little big sister’s first and only son, our first and only nephew and the first and only grandkid, so, well, you know, his life’s rough.
This is what he used to look like before he grew up into a little boy who thinks he’s big enough to drive 4-wheelers.
Right before our very eyes! How did that happen?
Anyway, see that there? That’s him looking for the key to start up the machine. He knows we hid it from him.
We hid it from him because we knew if found it he would surely drive off over the hill with the puppy on his tail, flying fast, shifting gears, ramping rocks and cliffs and screaming through creeks and puddles.
He’s got an adventurous and mechanical mind.
He’s got overachieving coordination, just the kind you need to manage things like computers and iPads and lawnmowers and 4-wheelers.
He’s got an obsession.
I swear, he could sit on this thing for hours, and that says something, you know, for a two year old with an attention span of, well, a two year old.
That damn 4-wheeler, it’s one of a thousand tools Papa has to win his spot as Little Man’s favorite. It also helps that he has horses, a garden full of dirt, a really loud and funny monster impression, patience and a general willingness to allow Little Man to do whatever he wants.
Good thing Gram has fruit snacks or she wouldn’t stand a chance.
I know how she feels. I mean, Papa and Little Man are downright inseparable. When they’re together not one other thing exists in the whole entire world.
Except maybe the movie Despicable Me. Little Man loves Despicable Me, so I guess Gramma has that going for her too. It’s possible Papa could be ignored if she were to turn on Despicable Me.
But say the words “4-wheeler” or “horses” and all bets are off.
And that’s that.
So you see, if I don’t steal Little Man away from Papa when he comes out to the ranch, if I don’t bribe him with pug kisses and string cheese we wouldn’t get to bond over reading books, throwing the stick for the lab and playing “Hook” with the kitchen utensils.
Playing “Hook” means playing “Captain Hook” and that means playing swords.
Turns out my hamburger masher is a perfect sword.
So is my ladle.
I love Little Man. He’s such a cute little weirdo.
Now, if only Papa would go on vacation and his mom would let me keep him, I’d have everything I ever need 🙂
Just a short vacation Pops, you know, take that 4-wheeler and go fishing or something…
This just makes me smile out loud Jessie. We grandparents do have an advantage in these situations. And a heartful of love for our amazing grandkids 🙂
Jessie, ‘little man’ is adorable! All is well here in the big ‘D’ thought you would be interested to know, your old house across the street from us, is selling at the end of the month 🙂