Subtitled: Grandpa ain't got a chance. *lol*
A some know, I have a tight circle I do things with and I have this role of "Adopted Uncle Steve".
Granted some of these "kids" are older than me, but I am "Uncle 'teve".
No blood kinship, not related, just good people.
One cannot choose whom they are related to, they can choose "family".
One of the young ladies was both surprised and upset I did not have a yeller Case Peanut with CV blades. *sniff*
She has one because I "had" one and that knife was sorta associated with me, and that is what some kids do, seeing a "uncle" or parent , or any mentor having something.
Parenting, mentoring is something I believe in and now I have become my Mentors on many things.
"Blue! You have a blue bone knife! Let me see it puh-leeze!"
Oh yeah, this child went bonkers over a Blue Bone Queen Mini-Trapper.
Her grandpa, was giving me that "look" , this differs from 'coon-eyed' and I don't think he had "chicken-fingered" on his mind as much as "frog-chokes-bird".
Grandpa's please leave the room <door shuts>
Kids, and prospective Adopted Uncles, pay attention and "learnt" something.
Grandpa said we needed to run an errand.
I drive.
Kid sits in the middle to run radio and protect "Uncle 'teve"
Grandpa's get the passenger window in Grandpa's old truck.
I whip into the mom and pop feed and seed store.
Pay attention, grandpa's might holler "Oh no you don't!" , but with the radio cranked up, they get drowned out, and the kid keeps grandpa from messing with steering wheel or snatching keys or...
"Darlin' tickle grandpa so he can can't shoot me his pistol , will ya?"
"Okay!" <tickle>
Kiddo and I were in the store and the Case knife display before grandpa could get into the store.
Oh yes! They had a Peanut in Blue Bone.
Made sense to me when another employee said "pay the man" to grandpa for me get Dr. Peppers and some cookies and set these on the counter.
I mean the kid had nice , crisp folding money, one is supposed to use grandpa's crumpled old smelly folding dollars.
She got another Case small Hard Arkansas stone in the plastic box too.
Kiddo and I were "twinkies" with our blue bone knives.
Grandpa had a twinkle in his eye and big grin on his face.
Grandma was sooo impressed, she wants a Eisenhower blue bone knife.
The store was out, she called.
They will call her when the next order come in.
"Your intentions honorable with my wife? - grandpa asked.
"Hell no" - I replied.
[Running private joke about me and getting fella's in trouble with me going out/ being around their gals.
Like sticking a 28 gauge shotgun in a gal's hand , oh yeah, folks that know me, know just how many fella's have "paid" for me doing that.]
I am just passing forward as passed to me is all...*wink*
I am not bad - just consistent.
:thumbup:
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