Conversation With a Quilter’s Grandson
Brady: Mom, look, a pumpkin on our door!
Me: I know, I put it there. Do you know who made it?
Brady: It’s like a little blanket, right? Like the one with all the shapes and colors, like purple, and blue?
Me: The one she made for me this summer? Yes, it’s just like that. It’s called a quilt.
Brady: (trying out the word) A quilt…
Me: Yes, and Gramma is a quilter. She makes quilts.
Brady: A quilter? What is Grampa?
Me: Grampa is a reader. He reads books.
Brady: And a napper!