For The Birds

It's been a busy, and mostly lousy, two weeks. My mother came here for a few days, I went there a few hours, there was a birth, a bris, and a very unexpected death. I've been ignoring my blogs, and most other people's blogs, too. Sometimes the muse doesn't move me. Blah.

Anyway, I gots me some Hannah stories. Most of these are pretty random... just know that Rachelle's grandparents (heretofore known simply as "Baba" and "Zaide," sans quotes) were visiting.
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Grandpa: Hannah, I have a great idea.

HH: I don't wanna hear your great idea.
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Rachelle: I'm going to be running a camp this summer.

HH: You??
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HH: Aba, look what I have!

Me: Who said you could have a Laffy Taffy rope at 8:30 in the morning?

HH: Myself.

Me: That's not good enough. Who gave it to you?

HH: Baba.

Me: (to Baba) Why'd you give her candy in the morning?

Baba: She just asked me to open it!
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So I took the half-a-Laffy Taffy away, but packed it in her lunch -- to which she responded...

HH: I've never met an Aba who would ever do that!
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Zaide: Hannah, let me show you a trick. If you put your hand on a piece of paper, I can draw it!

HH: That's just tracing! I can do that myself.
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Zaide: Hannah, I have a quiz: name two kinds of chickens.

HH: That's easy. A chicken... and a chicken!
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Baba: Hannah, can you name a very large bird?

HH: Yes. A kaluka.

Baba: A kaluka? What's that? I thought you might say something like an eagle.

HH: Baba, a kaluka is a kind of eagle.