WHEN DO YOU FESS UP TO YOUR GRANDCHILDREN?
There is a tradition in my family of telling tales to the grandchildren. My grandfather did it, my father did it and now I am guilty. Children want to believe even though they doubt. They particularly want to believe in their elders.
I only tell little tales; nothing outrageous. Surely it is all harmless fun.
Yesterday my 7 year old granddaughter called from North Carolina to ask me a question. “Grandpa Joe, were you really in the Navy Seals?”
I might have mentioned to her once that I was a Navy Seal and knew how to disarm or even kill a person thirty-seven different ways using only my thumb or pinky; maybe, I’m not sure.
I hated to disappoint her, so I continued the fib. Then I thought she may get in trouble with her friends if she relays the tale to them (pretty sure that happened to “The Beaver” in one episode.)
Maybe I should fess up and tell her Grandpa Joe does not know how to hurt a flea is probably a coward and could not shine the shoes of a real Navy Seal. Yeah but then she might not believe that I won gold medals in four different Olympics both winter and summer. She still believes I could win the gold in the catching popcorn in your mouth toss if only they didn’t cancel that event.
I think I’ll just wait on it. She will figure it out on her own eventually. After all I don’t think my daughter still thinks there is a shark in Tripp’s Creek Maryland named Sharky that likes to eat little girls. Do you Mare? And I know I don’t believe that Killer Whales will attack fishing boats if little boys make too much noise…although my Grandfather once had to kill one with a butter knife when he was eleven…yeah he did…he told me!