Monday, November 26, 2007

Thanksgiving Humor

My great-grandma is 101 and is in quite good health but for macular degeneration which has left her pretty much blind. On Thanksgiving, she held Johan for some time and was happy to do so, but commented that she wished she could see him better (I tried to push thoughts of the Big Bad Wolf out of my head). She asked me what color his eyes and hair were. I smiled, because, see, my great-grandma is a racist. I thought it would be amusing to say he had blond hair and blue eyes. She'd know I'm lying, because she still had some vision when Eduardo and I got married. But maybe I could secure Johan a place in great-grandma's will if I could convince her that he was, indeed, a scandiababy. But, alas, committed to teaching my new son that truth is important, I told her that his hair is black and his eyes dark brown. That should secure him at least 3/5 of a place in her will. And maybe 40 acres and a mule.

On a side note, speaking of mules, Johan is living up to his in utero reputation of being "abnormally stubborn and strong-willed."

2 comments:

Sarah said...

UM. He is half white. So that's 1/2 plus 3/10. 3/4, I think. That's a good start on a college fund, no?

Anonymous said...

What's she doing with the other 2/5? Can I have it??