So, my grandson and I had this conversation the other day.
Brady: My friend who used to live down the street, her house caught on fire. That double-wide down there by my old bus stop.
Me: Oh, that's terrible. Which friend?
B: She was the one that was in my art class and remember I said she lived right by the bus stop but she got driven there?
M: (I have no clue what he's talking about, but...) Uh-huh.
B: She's the one that asked if I wanted to see her.....
M: (omygodomygodomygod!)
B: ... hamster.
I'm hoping that's a literal thing, and not just what the kids are calling it these days. Good grief, he's growing up in a hurry.
