he's listening...

He's definitely listening, and even more - understanding.

Last night before bed, we talked to Greyson about his Grandpa's surgery today.

"Tomorrow, Papaw is having knee surgery. We're going to go visit him in the hospital where the doctors are going to take very good care of him. He'll have to stay in bed for a couple of days, but there is no reason to worry or be scarred ok? He won't be able to look for lizards, or play chase or ball for a few days, and we'll have to give him lots of extra love. He's going to get a brand new knee and before long he'll be able to play even more with you! Good deal huh?"

He seemed fine with the information, and off to bed he went.

Until a few hours later, I heard him crying.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I worry!", he wailed.

"Worry? About what baby?"

"My Papaw!"

Yeah, if that doesn't just break your heart, nothing will. So this morning we are off to see Papaw who should be out of surgery soon. I think it will do Greyson good, to see that his Papaw is doing just fine.