When I was little my grandmother would kiss me on the top of the head. “What’s that Baba?” Oh, I just eat zoup uff you het!” (…in her Czech accent what she was saying was, “Oh, I’m just eating soup off of your head!”
Then I was 12 and had a sudden growth spurt and suddenly realized I was looking down at the top of HER head. I bent over and kissed her there and said, “My turn to have soup off your head!”
She laughed until she had tears running down her face. That was a joke that we shared until she Crossed when I was twenty-three.
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