The Pop Pop Clause

Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I suppose...

-Elvis Costello

Pop Pop is the greatest gig I have ever had.  Almost every day it reveals a new delight.  

Earlier this week, when Margaret was at Suzanne's watching Maggie and Cal, Maggie came out of her bedroom carrying a toy guitar and two sing-along books that Santa had brought her for Christmas.  All of them had stopped working.  The guitar and one of the books, apparently, were broken.  Spoiler alert:  the other "broken" sing-along book simply needed a new battery.  

Maggie handed all three of her treasures to Nana.  When Margaret asked Maggie why she had given them to her, Maggie told her that she wanted Nana to give them to me so that I could get them fixed.  Maggie's rationale was that since Santa Claus and I are friends, I could ask him to put his #1 elf, Hermey, on the job.   At this point, it bears reminding the reader that Maggie is not yet three years old.  

Pop Pop Claus

On Friday morning, when Nana went to Suzanne's to watch Maggie and Cal, she brought the repaired guitar and the one sing-along book that Hermey has thus far been able to fix with her.  Spoiler alert:  the one that Hermey "fixed" is the one that arrived at his workshop with a dead battery.  Maggie was thrilled.  

Me too. 

-AK