Jacob Rolls Tire - Teaser!

 

First grandchild's born, what to call me?  I wanted to be a grandma yet I wanted to be known as this particular grandma.  The vote was for GrammyPam.  

Several grandkids later we get a Jacob. 

Jacob, bless his heart, as soon as he could talk, has always said my name his way.

First it was iPad.  I laughed my head off.

Then it was Oil-Pan.  I thought he'd been helping his dad on the cars a lot; oil pan, LOL.

Then he tried his best to get it right, but still got it wrong,  blending the two -- GrammyPan.  I chuckled.

Finally, coming up on 4 years old, he was able to say GrammyPam.

In the intervening months, uncles,  aunts, and grandpa John have laughed at his original take on my moniker.

He's clever, he's smart, he took note, and occasionally would throw out there one of those names.  I decided to play his game and would call to him, "Goodbye, JacobBird" or "Hello there JacobWing", or "JacobDozer, is that you?" or any silly thing that came to mind.

On to today, Sunday, he was in the barn.  His dad was putting tires on the old Chieftain Silver Streak 8 Pontiac.  The tires weren't very heavy, totally black and only 15 inches.  

I went to the back of his Dad's truck and rolled one of the tires down to the ground.  Jacob said, "I can do-it."  And he did.  Surprisingly, he rolled it over to his dad without incident.  

One tire left to go. 

I went to the back of the truck and rolled the last one down to the ground.  Jacob was right there.  He rolled it around the red trailer, it was also in the barn, with his little boy hands but lost control and it did a spinning roll to a stop on it's side.

He huffed, arms hanging down dejectedly.  So I went over and uprighted the tire for him so he could roll it on.

 He was capable, and he was also appreciative.

"Thank you, GrammyPam!"

Then the little teaser just had to do it.  With a grin he looked steadily at me and said, 

"Oil Pan !"

When I growled and exclaimed in pretended resentment, he delightfully giggled and giggled.