Mom, Do we have a rope???

I have been getting a lot of commentary on a recent Saydee-ism, so I thought I better share with all. My grandma Lynne broke her hip during the latter part of June. For any of you who don't know my grandma, don't get the wrong idea. She is not some frail, weak, 'grandma' of a grandma. She is a VERY strong-bodied, strong-minded, sharp, motivated, busy woman. She has more energy than me the majority of the time and, to give her a little less confidence, don't let ME fool you either... she's not even an oldy. Both her and my mother were young mommas, making her under 40 when I was born. Sorry, Grams if that's too much info:).. gotta set the scene! Ok, so she broke her hip by tripping over this so-called 'dog' named Britches. She is a very large snorting, stinky, slow and overweight bull dog, who despite my description is adorable, but BIG nonetheless.

A week or so after surgery on her hip, my grandma and Grandpa Dave came over for a visit when they were in town. They had been to the grocery store and were driving the bug which is already small when unoccupied, so there was only room for bum number one and bum number two. No room for Saydee's bum. Sayd hadn't seen Grams and Gramps for several days, maybe even a week. Before Chloe came around and prior to the big hip ordeal, we visited our grandparents every Monday for supper, so this separation was just too much for Sayd. She REALLY, REALLY wanted to go to their house, but Grandpa just kept telling her there was no room. As a joke Grandpa said, "We'd have to pull Grandma behind the car if you came." Saydee paused for only a moment. Looked up at me and said, "Mom, do we have any rope???"