Did You Just Say "Abe Lincoln?"

Out of nowhere, Isaiah announced, "I miss Abe Lincoln."

Daimean curled up next to me on the couch, and decided to hold my foot as if he was holding my hand.

I told Isaiah to stop peeing on the back of the toilet. He laughed maniacally.

Daimean walked into the living, stood in front of the tv, and started to dance. Then, calmly walked away.

Children are strange little creatures.

You know how the saying goes, that time heals all wounds? I've noticed that I miss my father more as time goes by. Not less. Sure, I stopped sobbing every time I think of him (years and years ago, actually) but there are so many things I wish I could tell him. I wish he could see my kids. I wish my kids had the chance to know him. *sigh* So I guess the reminder that the people you love will not always be around prompted me to visit my grandparents. It's awful to see my grandfather so frail. In my mind, he's this big, strong Navy guy. But now he's small and ashen. My grandmother, well, she's still as opinionated as ever, and loud. And kind of rude, too. But we had a very nice visit, chatted about current events, our dogs, etc. Strangely, the kids actually wanted to go with me. Like most kids, mine are creeped out by elderly people. It's odd for me to see my grandmother not know how to talk to my kids. She always made extra effort to relate to me as a kid, and she did a damn good job. But with my boys? I don't know. I don't think she even knows their birthdays. To this day, I don't think she can spell their names, either.