Grandma and a Certain Reindeer

It's true.

There could have been instances back in November, perhaps even earlier, that a certain Christmas movie was requested by a short three-year-old. And Nana let her watch it.

One day, out of the blue, while we were waiting for something, the girl (let's just call her Khloe) looked at me sideways.

"Nana," she said, "If there is a grandma, and a reindeer, and she hits it, . . ."

What? I really had to connect my brain to figure out what she was thinking.

Little Thinker Girl tried again. "If there is a grandma, and a reindeer, and it gets hit, ..." and then she paused to consider how to express her concerns.

Might I add that she was regarding me with a 'you are in trouble' look, accusing me of something.

OH. I finally realized what she was talking about. There is a preview about a cartoon based on the song "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" before one of the Christmas movies. Khloe had watched the preview. And connected.

Here was her Nana. Surely Nana wouldn't hit a reindeer, would she? And if she did, that is not right.

Kids are always paying attention, even when we don't think so!

After I reassured her that what she was thinking about was a song, though she reversed who was hit by whom, we were good. She seemed to understand that the song and the movie were not real.

Dodged another bullet. Or a car hitting a reindeer. Or a grandma hitting a reindeer. Or grandma getting run over by a reindeer.

Oh, the joys and laughter we share when we love our little ones.

Love it, love it, love it.

Speaking of the 5 Senses - Grandma!

Dad, Grandma, Papa - visiting us down south in the Arizona desert

As I slathered on my favorite perfume, Tresor, I was transported back to the pre-Christmas days when my honey and I were cologne shopping at The Bon (I will call it that forever, regardless of the new Macy's name). We tried many, spritzing, wafting, walking through the scents, smelling coffee beans to refresh our noses (didn't work), spraying little papers...We smelled like a walking parfumerie!

After way too much time, we made a mad dash for fresh air! Ah! Gasp, gasp. And then we had the same thought - Grandma Hill.

Grandma Hill loved makeup, perfumes, and being beautiful. She came by it honestly - being an Avon lady during her earlier years. I used to love getting into her closet. For there - she had an Avon lipstick tower! It was awesome. We could always count on samples and makeup play time from Grandma.

In her later years, Grandma haunted the perfume and makeup counters of local department stores. Peoples. The Bon. Nordstroms. JCPenneys. The ladies all knew Grandma. In fact, they kept special stashes of samples, waiting for her to come in! She "honey"'d them and gushed. And purchased (thought not to Grandpa's delight).

Grandma's house always smelled like her, perfumed to the T. One could locate her by scent. At her funeral, after her granddaughters did her hair and makeup, she was continually spritzed with one of her favorite scents. The fragrance wafted in near-visible clouds of perfume, trailing throughout the church.

Oh, the places a smell can take us! In the sniff of a nose, we were back at Grandma's. The power of smell.

Shortly after our cologne hunting trip, our son visited us. Apologizing for our still strong smelling coats, he said, "I was just gong to say that I recognized that smell. You smell like Grandma Hill."

And that was a compliment indeed.