“Gramma, what’s that yellow stuff in the water?” Billy asked.
I lowered my IPad and surveyed the tub. I saw a mountain of bubbles, my grandson and… nothing unusual.
“What yellow stuff?”
Billy pushed his head higher, coming out of the water. Took his finger and pointed, circling a spot in the bubbles.
I scrutinized again. Saw nothing. My suspicions jumped.
“Billy, did you pee in the tub?”
His voice rang with innocence. But, he’d been stretching the truth every which way lately. I was not happy about that trend. So I took off my reading glasses, and gave him my best ‘stern Gramma’ face. Then, I asked again. “Did you pee in the tub?”
“No. But…” Billy’s eyes darted and flew around the bathroom. “I think somebody did.”
“Really?” I decided to box him, and his little lie, into a corner. “There’s nobody in the tub but you.”
Billy blinked twice.
“It was the dog.”
“Billy…” I lowered my voice into a warning growl.
“Okay… “ He hesitated, then hung his head. “Gramma, I have something really bad to tell you.”
My heart melted and love gushed out of every pore of my body.
“Billy, you can tell me anything.” I nodded, confident and reassuringly. “No matter how bad. Because I’m your Grandmother and I will always love you. No matter what.”
A look of relief spread across his face. Followed quickly by the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.
I’m glad Gramma because the dog poo-pooed too.”