The other day Jill and I were sitting on the front porch talking and the "Granddaughter" was there putting her two cents worth in as well. He is how some of the conversation went. (Granddaughter AKA Baby Girl)
Me: You should have seen Grandson "N" a little bit ago.
Jill: What was he doing now.
Me: He was standing on the steps where he didn't think anyone could see him and he was lip sinking the National Anthem when the auto race was getting ready to start.
Jill: Oh brother
Me: Yeah he was putting all of the hand motions and facial expressions in that he could manage.
Baby Girl: Yeah he wants to be Oprah when he grows us
Me: He wants to be what?
Baby Girl: Ohrah
Jill: sorry baby girl that job is taken already by uhhh oh yeah Oprah.
Baby girl: no he wants to sing Oprah
Jill: He wants to do what
Baby Girl: he wants to sing Oprah
Jill: You mean he wants to sing opera
Baby Girl: Yeah that's what I said
OK now that we have it all straighten out and we did not need a shrink to help my grandson get over the fact he wants to be Oprah. I think we can safely move on to the next crisis that comes up in the house and with 3 children there is always another crisis right around the corner. Trust me!
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