Late last week, Alice and I were talking about The Mama, The Dada, and Alice’s grandparents. The bulk of our conversation centered around her father.
Now, Alice knows The Dada grew up in their home (which she views as a major coup as well as a terrible injustice, considering she wasn’t afforded the same opportunity). She was trying to wrap her little mind around the idea that The Dada was still her Nana’s and Papa’s son, in spite of the fact that he is now an adult. This, understandably, blew her mind (or as she would say, “made [her] world rock“).
Whilst trying to come up with an acceptable explanation, she tried: “He used to be Nana and Papa’s kid.”
My sloppy response was along the lines of, “No, he still is, but he isn’t a kid anymore. He’s their son, but he’s an adult.” I could almost read The Kidling’s mind, ‘uh yeah. thanks for clearing that up, lady.’ Alas, I wasn’t surprised when she took a moment to process before coming to her conclusion: “A grown-up kid! Half kid, and half grown-up.”
What say you, Dada?