I didn’t necessarily intend this to be a stepmom blog (even though I have noticed a shortage of such. I can’t seem to stumble any good ones...) but, hey, you write what you know. Or, in my case, you write what you are bumbling your way through.
Why do I keep writing about stepmomming? Cuz that’s where the amazement is.
So, I carried a glass of lemonade up the stairs for Manling the Eldest tonight because his hands were full of 17” laptop computer.
“You are so sweet!” he said in a somewhat rare moment of darlingness. “You will make an awesome grandmother someday.”
He thought about that for a second. “I mean step-grandma. Or…hey, what would you be?”
“Grandmother is fine.” I answered. “Your granny is your dad’s stepmom.” Then I hastened to add that I would not be going by the moniker “Granny.” (No offense, Granny, but I’m only 36 and not ready to even allow for that yet.)
So we took about 30 seconds and decided I would be Grandsteppy, which quickly became Grand Steppy Auto. And I will drive a Ferrari. Red.
God, thank you for boys.
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