I received three phone calls today. 

One was from my daughter-in-law who wanted to let us know that our grandson is asking for us in his own way.  In his house in Toronto today, feeling a little bored, he said he wanted to go home, so she asked him where that was.

“With Bubie and Zaidie in Ottawa,” he answered.

Why?  “Because they have lots of interesting movies.”

“I want to go home,” seems to mean, “I want to be alone because I am tired and not getting things my way”. He is three and a half. “Home” is already the place that things are safe, snuggly and wonderful, no matter where he is. That’s why we all still need one.

His visit here apparently made a good impression on him. 

While my daughter-in-law was talking to me, I could hear my granddaughter in the background babbling up a storm. 

Ah! What a great feeling to be hearing about one grandchild and to be listening to the other.  They feel so much closer.

A few hours later, my grandson phoned me directly.

“Hello, Zaidie,” he said, “is this the right call?” 

I could hear his father coaching him in the background, “Number, Noah, is this the  right number.  You called the wrong number before.”

“Yes I called 643.”

I assured him he had the right number and after asking how he was I asked what he was doing.

“We are about to go Yorkdale.”

“What will you do there?”

“Run around.”

“Will your parents run around too?”

“No, they always walk.”

“When I come to Toronto, can we go to Yorkdale and run around together?”

“Oh, yes and call Bubie.”

“But Bubie isn’t here.”

“So CALL her.”

Click.

They phoned back and we said a proper good bye.

Late this evening, I received my third phone call from Toronto.  It was my second son.  We had a long talk about life, the universe and everything.   We started on my phone, switched to my cell phone as I drove out to pick up some fries and switched back to the house phone when I got back.

He is not as concise as my grandson, who usually hangs up before we get to say much.  So I can revise the Yiddish proverb now.

“Small children, short conversations.   Big children, long conversations.”

Zay gezund!