McGyver

I had the privilege of having lunch with all three of my girls on Friday. I even had enough time so that lunch took place at my daughter's apartment. While there, my daughter Bug took her two-month old - Missy Mozart - into the other room to nurse her. Hey, even babies need to eat lunch. This left me and Missy Peanut - my oldest grandchild - alone to finish our lunch.

As we were finishing our meal, Peanut found one of my paper clips, and asked if she could please have it. Curious, I asked her what she wanted it for.

"I want to unfold it and pick locks with it," was the answer.



I started laughing and asked her, "Who are you, McGyver?" Yes, this dates me, but it was funny.

"Who's McGyver, Gramma?"

"He was a really smart man who could solve any problem with a paper clip and a stick of chewing gum." Miss Peanut looked at me dubiously. I rephrased my answer. "He was a really good problem solver. Are you a good problem solver, Peanut?"

At this point, all my daughter heard at the other end of the apartment was my burst of laughter, followed by the pseudo-offended cry, "The answer to the question 'Are you a good problem solver' should never be 'Well, I can stick a balloon to a wall'!!"