Of Ships & Mighty Things

On Saturday, while visiting Dad in Moose Jaw, he asked if I would be okay with driving him to the vet's office to pick up the heart medicine for his little dog. I agreed quite willingly.

"Are you sure," he asked again.

I replied, to reassure him, "It's not hard Dad. It's not hard."

"Ship!" piped up a voice from the backseat.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not a hardship," the kid replied.

Well, no, no it is not. But ummm ... where did the kid learn the word hardship?!??!?!!

Haircuts

The kid borrowed a pair of scissors this morning. I did not think much of it. I was busy doing some work prep so I handed them over without question. 

A few minutes later, she dropped some fluff in my lap. I looked at it. Horror began to dawn. "Sweetie did you - did - did you cut your puppy's hair?????"

Looking at least a wee bit shamefaced, she replied, "Yes Gramma."

Well damn. 

"You do know he is not real right? His hair will never grow back."

She looked stricken. I went on , "It's okay. You've learned an important life lesson.' The kid was relieved to not be in trouble and quite accepting of the lesson about fake hair. 

Sometimes it is more about what I say, and how I say it.