I saw a little of my Paw-Paw. It was quite unexpected. My
mom and I have a history of bickering. When it’s just the two of us together
without a buffer, we start to nitpick. It’s worse the longer we’re together.
So, a couple of days we can usually manage, but a week, well, things tend to
escalate. As Fran said on the Nanny, “The big cats can’t share a cage.”
My Paw-Paw used to live with us in our house when I was a
little girl. He we a big fella, and I would fall asleep on his shoulder, which
he loved. And when my parents would argue, he would always distract me and try
to make me happy. He could be a little ornery at times and would like to make a
bit of mischief now and then, but/and he had me pretty good and spoiled. He was
pretty good about figuring out a way for me to get out of being punished.
And so Mom and I were arguing about something or other, I
don’t remember. I thought she didn’t hear me; she thought I was lying about
something. And then in a flash, I thought, ‘We’re arguing in front of Boop.
This can’t be a good thing.’ Boop was nursing and about that time, she looked
up at me, she gave me a big grin with an almost/probably wicked twinkle in her
eye, and then she went back to nursing like nothing happened. My Paw-Paw would
have adored her, especially her sometimes devilish little giggles. My angelic
little imp!
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