Earlier this week, Nate and I were on our way up the hill while Jake finished-up soccer practice. As we’re rounding the bend by the apple orchard, Nate asks from the backseat, “How come Grandma’s almost death?”
“What?!” I ask taken aback. “Grandma’s not almost death! Why would you say that?”
“That means her ears don’t work that well.”
“Oh.” Grandma’s gonna love that one…
This evening I spent a good twenty minutes entering the 30 school holidays and 12 minimum days into my calendar. After deciphering the standard cryptic school calendar… gray with dots are holidays, horizontal stripes are holidays, cross-hatches are holidays, I asked, “Jake, did they test your hearing at school last week?”
“Eh? Eh?”
Apparently Jake’s almost death, too.