Elliot has talked about his “other grandpa” several times. When I ask if he means Grandpa Marty (my father), he says no. In fact, one time earlier today he insisted that Grandpa Marty was a girl.
In the last year I’d guess he’s talked about Other Grandpa ten times. It’s not Oma. I don’t know who it is. Karolina’s father died in the early 2000s; I never met him but Karolina met my father a few times.
Tonight when we got to the cabin, the lights burned out. We got them replaced, but while we were waiting, Elliot was scared of the dark. He told me this story by the light of the iPhone flashlight.
His Other Grandpa woke up one morning and the lights were broken. So he went to the big store that sells things to fix things that are broken (here I ask him if he means Home Depot, a store he loves). So he went to Home Depot and bought lights. He went home and fixed the lights.
I asked if he means Grandpa Marty. No, he does not mean Grandpa Marty. He means his Other Grandpa.
