Tuesday, February 26, 2008


My dad comes to visit this week. Also known as Diety, which is how my step-brothers always said I pronounced “Daddy.” Also known as Warren, Warbaby or Juan. And also Pops. But most famously known as Papabunny. Once I had a boyfriend (and once was enough) I was crazy about, who one summer got dysentery. Since he couldn’t do much but suffer, I read to him. One day I read Eudora Welty’s “Why I Live at the P.O.,” which, too bad, turned out to be hilarious, and left aforesaid boyfriend cramped with laughter. Anyway, the grandfather character in the story was called Papa-Daddy. So when I had kids and we wondered what sobriquet to stick on grandpa, I promoted Papa-Daddy. Except the kids couldn’t pronounce that.


sam of the ten thousand things said...

tag - with a meme...

Valerie Loveland said...

Papabunny is cute!

The only time my parents visited me (I usually go there), I freaked out because we went right back into our old roles, and I was 14 again and not in charge of my life.

We get along great otherwise!

Arlene said...

hi sarah,

yikes, it's been ages. my most vivid memory of being here was during the world cup. hee.

papabunny is a riot. hope you have a good time with your dad.

that baby jesus dream just tickled me silly. why is it i never dream of "holy" people? only satan and aliens and rubber duckies. sigh. where is my calling from god?


p.s. thanks so much for the kind note you left at my blog.

SarahJane said...

Papabunny is cute. But once you're 72, you start minding about dignity in public. So I believe we are switching to old white bread "Grandpa" or possibly the German "Opa."

Arlene -
hope all's well. I think the seemingly worldwide rash of parents killing their children is fiddling with my dreams.

Sam -
on the way... thx!

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