This conversation happened on Wednesday while I was dropping Will off at school on the way to work.
Will: That lady behind us in the white car looks like grandma.
Me: Really? I look and it does kind of look like my mom.
Me: Which grandma?
Will: The one that lives in a tae kwon do?
Will: The grandma that lives in a tae kwon do?
At this point my mind is racing around trying to find a connection. Tae kwon do = Rex’s Tae kwon do school = Napoleon Dynamite = Idaho = my grandmother who lives in Downey, Idaho.
Me: Do you mean Great Grandma who lives in Idaho?
Will: No, the one who lives in tae kwon do.
Me: Do you mean my parents who live in Anchorage or mom’s who live in Arizona?
Will: Neither, the ones who live in tae kwon do.
Me: Will, those are your only grandparents.
Will: No Dad, there are the ones that live in tae kwon do.
OK! I realize I am going at this the wrong way. Time to change directions.
Me: Will, I don’t understand tae kwon do. Tae kwon do is a martial art form . . . like
karate. Is that what you mean?
Will: NO! You know tae kwon do is a place that you live where it has a rope to pull if you need help.
What the crap?
Me: What did you say?
Will: The ones that live in a tae kwon do . . . pause . . . a tai con do . . . pause . . . a kwondo.
Me: CONDO! Do you mean a CONDO?
Will: Yes, that’s it a condo!
Me: Aaaah! You mean Great Grandpa and Grandma Ni?
My grandparents just moved out of their house where they have lived for fifty years into a retirement community. I still have not seen their new condo, but Will has.
Me: Oh Yeah, I totally see it. She does look like Great Grandma Ni.
At this point, the lady in the white car passed us as we turned right to Will’s school.