Grandma Jo's

Driving Jacob to school yesterday morning, I think he gave me the perfect real estate ad for his Grandparent's home.

"I like Grandma Jo's house Mom" he said.

"I know" he tells me this all the time.

"You know what I really like?"

"No honey, what is that?"

"I really like the backyard, it's kind of big but it's got all that stuff in it. But that stuff is sort of cool because in the winter when it's, you know... snowball fight time, you can hide behind it."

And before I could get a word in he continued on.

"And then inside the house, you got the bedrooms upstairs, then the dancing room, the chill out room and the basement. The basement is like the cool room. The kitchen is a little small but you got that table room anyway so you just, you know, eat in there, or at that table stuck to the wall."

At this point I was laughing.

"What is the dancing room?" I ask him, curiously.

"You know, the place where Roland hangs out" he says.

"Roland?" I ask.

"Yeah, Roland. Sometimes I call him that. You know, mommy, Grandpa?"

"I know."

"So can we go there soon Mommy? I want to go dancing with Roland!"