My Seussical Life for 2005 June 27

This morning, as we were driving to a playmate's grandmother's house to swim, Atticus was surprised, "We're going to Becca's grandma's house??"

"You've got it," I replied, but I could tell Atticus was confused.

"In Kansas?" He queried.

"Yes, in Kansas," I said.

"Ah," he said, with great realization in his voice, "So, some grandmas live far, while other grandmas live close."

Good observation, kid-o.

When I told my mother Atticus had said this, she shot back, "No, some GRANDCHILDREN live far!"

'Tis true that we moved ourselves to this Kansas wilderness. But I thought we were close, compared to Provo, Utah! We all function on our own relativities.