As I take care of my 4 year old grandson after he attends preschool, I realize that this is time to be cherished because I know as he grows up he will have very little time to visit his grandmother, who he will consider very old.
One day I decided to start a conversation about that with him.
Carson, when you grow up will you still come to visit me?
Well, I don't know about that, Mamita, because I will probably be living in a different house.
I wonder…how does he know he will be living in a different house? And why can't he visit me? I decide to explore a little more.
Where will you be living and why will you not be able to visit me?
I don’t know, Mamita. But I probably will not visit.
This saddens me because out of the mouths of babes comes truth. I don’t know how he knows he will be living somewhere else and that he probably won't visit, but I know he speaks the truth.