* We were talking about something I do regularly. I said “Most of the time…” and my grandson jumped in to complete the sentence: “it never works.” A nice twist.
* I was singing the Army Song (When the Caissons Go Rolling Along) and mentioned there were four branches of the military. My grandson asked, “The people are twigs?” I apparently had not explained branch was a metaphor.
* He asked why hell was a kind of bad word. I told him prudish people sometimes said “H-E-Double Hockey Sticks.” He then schooled me on reincarnation, which he clearly understand well.
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