Catfish

This blurred photo of my Grand Daughter and I was a moment my son Micheal captured as the big catfish took a look at us looking back. The first word I heard my Grandson say was cat and I've tried to get my Grand Daughter Cordelia to say the word for months now.

"Can you say cat Cordelia?"

"Meow."

After the catfish swam buy I asked for another word.

"Can you say catfish Cordelia?"

"Catfish."

Later we're back at her home and Micheal is playing video games. I'm playing with Cordelia.

"Can you say cat Cordelia?"

"Cat."

With the word said she runs to her room and quickly comes back holding three objects in her tiny hands. She hands me a ball and speaks.

"Ball."

She hands me a block and speaks.

"Block."

She hands me a book and speaks.

"Book."

She looks at with those pretty blue eyes and I get the message. I'm her Grandpa and not a Mom or Dad. She knows words and her parents will teach her words. My job is to teach her the magic of imagination. She hands me my juggling scarfs and I create a little magic for a Princess that will teach me many things over the coming years.