Tomorrow IS a Day Away…unless today is tomorrow
|Youngest Crankette heading for the bus.|
Yesterday I was back in Pennsylvania for an encore performance of Grandpa Joe. Both Pa. Crankettes are now in school, first grade and kindergarten. Their parents, the teachers, needed help this one day to get the Crankettes to the bus in the morning. It was a very short sitting assignment, but I had to drive up the night before to be there in time to see them to their bus.
It was this morning that Connor, the kindergarten Crankette, asked me, “Is today tomorrow?”
“What? No, today is today, tomorrow is tomorrow, unless tomorrow was yesterday, then today is tomorrow.”
When I saw the glazed over look on Connors face, I realized there must be something more to his question.
“What happens tomorrow Connor?”
“We have gym tomorrow. I like gym”
“When were you told that you have gym tomorrow?”
“Miss Tina said we have gym tomorrow yesterday.”
“Oh, in that case today is tomorrow.”
“So when they say tomorrow, tomorrow will also be today?”
“Well, if yesterday they tell you gym is tomorrow, then the day after yesterday becomes tomorrow which is now today, while the day after today becomes the new tomorrow. Understand?”
“Can I have yogurt?”
Today is tomorrow's yesterday .. and yesterday's tomorrow. At least thats what my dad told us.ReplyDelete
When the brain is overloaded with too much grandpa verbiage, the fix is always yogurt. Or ice cream.ReplyDelete
That can be confusing trying to describe today, tomorrow, etc. to a young one. I would go with yogurt myself too!ReplyDelete
It is a great time for teaches to take care of the kids in the school all the time...ReplyDelete
"TMI" grandpa! :)ReplyDelete
Miss Tina? Kids call their teachers by first names now?ReplyDelete
I have no idea...is that bad? I think he actually just said "The Teacher." My posts are not always 100% factual. I didn't think that was an important detail.Delete
LOL.....it just shocked me.Delete
How adorable ! I bet you are a great influence on them.ReplyDelete
Oooooohh.....so that's how it works. No wonder I'm always a day late. Or early.ReplyDelete
No crocs? I applaud the parents of young Crankette. The picture is worth a little catch in the throat. A grand young man.ReplyDelete
Good grief, that backpack is almost bigger than he is.ReplyDelete
How fun for you to be there on their first day of school. The old Crankette's rock.
Have a fabulous day. ☺
I love the photo and the story. You have captured the way kindergartners think. And granddads, too--you asked great questions to figure out what he was asking.ReplyDelete
Yoghurt is so much easier to understand at that age... come to think, at any age!!ReplyDelete
What a great shot of a brave little child heading into a big new world. Now that you mention it, I can see how that would confuse. Well done Grandpa. When in doubt, yogurt.ReplyDelete
You're just an old softy, Grandpa.ReplyDelete
And why do kids have to carry so much stuff these days? All I had at that age was a pencil case, for crying out loud. The newer generations are all going to have back issues.
One day when my granddaughter was about 6, I was hungry & I jokingly told her my stomach was "full of empty". She understood what I meant, but the next day in school at lunchtime her teacher didn't & corrected her grammar--she came home VERY frustrated!!ReplyDelete
I had a fabulous teacher in seventh grade who could have devoted an entire lesson to how emptiness can fill something.Delete
That kid is a young Einstein.ReplyDelete
I like gym too.ReplyDelete
o.m.g. you made my head hurt!ReplyDelete
It must be so confusing when first working out yesterday today and tomorrow.ReplyDelete
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
After that exchange I need a yogurt, too.ReplyDelete
Um, i've worked a long shift, i need a translator! My tired eyes and brain don't want to get it.ReplyDelete
I hope he played something fun in gym. And that he got to take off that backpack!ReplyDelete
Oh my gosh...your post reminded me of the time when I probably was Connor's age. My mother would cook lunch on a wood burning stove and afterwards, scrub the top plate clean with some sort of oven cleaner and an old newspaper. My job was to get the old newspaper from the storage bench. I brought her a paper. No, this is not an old newspaper, it's today's. I went back to the bench, got another one. No, this is yesterday's. Someone still may want to read it. By then I was confused...how did my mother know this was yesterday's paper? I knew she looked at it and read it, but I just couldn't figure out how the print on the paper would magically change overnight from "today" to "yesterday."ReplyDelete
I'm getting ice cream from the freezer now.