I LIKE THAT Grayson is such a tender soul. Frank and I drove to our grandson’s hometown for his birthday and took him out for lunch. We settled down with a savory sandwich each and sipped on chocolate milk. After our meal, Frank presented Grayson with a wrapped gift. He admired his name in big letters on the wrapping paper and spelled it out loud to his proud grandparents. He pulled at the clear tape, saw the box label inside and expressed his joy.
“Oh, Grandma and Grandpa, you got me a big box of Cheerios. I love Cheerios,” he said.
“There’s more to it. Look inside,” Frank said.
He pulled away more tape and tugged at the soft toy. He pulled out a colourful lion. We asked what he wanted to call the lion and he said, “Alias.”
Together we made a song about Alias.
♫ Alias is a lion, he likes to say roar, roar.
Alias can be gruffy but he’s very, very stuffy.♫
We sang the little jingle all the way home to his birthday party where his family had prepared the house with colourful balloons. A well-crafted Spider Man cake was put before him and the gathering sang Happy Birthday.
“How old are you, Grayson,” someone said.
The smiling boy spread his fingers in one hand and said, “Five.”