|California fashion fairies squatting in|
the Tree Garden Tiny House.
Lord, if anyone is gonna make that "gran'pa" tag stick, this girl's it. Bless her heart.
She's 12, the merest wisp of a girl, and we had not set eyes on one another since she was 4 and I was too busy rushing over the hill to be bothered.
"What do you mean 'games', girl? What kind of games?"
"Oooooo .... you know .... board games ...."
Mind you, it doesn't help that she speaks with the tongues of Tinker Bell and of angels.
".... uh, do you l-i-k-e Monopoly?"
|Well, East coast girls are hip|
I really dig those styles they wear
"Really! Do you have a Monopoly game we could play?"
And it didn't help that I had lifted her up, if only for a moment, just to slam her face down into disappointment.
"No, I don't have one anymore. I haven't played in years."
"Awwww, that's too bad," she said, genuinely feeling sorry. For me!