This Boy's Memory

My son sure can crack me up. He is staying with his Oma and Opa for a few days and I called their house this morning. He was not very interested in talking with me on the phone so I finished the conversation with my sister-in-law and we hung up. A minute later the phone rang.  Oma said, "Hezekiah asked to talk with you," and she handed him the phone. "Hi Hezekiah!" I said. He responded, "Don't step in dog poop."

That was it. "Hello? Hello?" I said. He was gone and had handed the phone back to Oma who was laughing so hard that she couldn't talk.  Really?, I thought. That's what he wanted to tell me?  Don't step in dog poop.

Now, this isn't really coming out of nowhere. Last time he went to Oma and Opa's house, Oma had warned him to watch out for dog poop in the grass across the street from their house.  About a week ago he was talking with Oma on the phone about the upcoming visit. "I don't step in dog poop," he told her.  At the time we could not figure out where this was coming from. Oma had since figured it out and filled me in.

I am amazed by Hezekiah's memory and amused by the things that stick in that memory. I mean, of all the things to remember and bring up about visiting Oma and Opa, the dog poop was right at the top. Aah, to be a boy.