Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go.
My granddaughter, Chloe, doesn't have to take such a circuitous route to visit her grandmother, who also happens to be my wife, Sue, because our house is on a residential street and, besides, at 15 months old, Chloe can't drive. But she knows how to baby-sit Sue when she comes over because I got her a new book called, appropriately enough, "How to Babysit a Grandma."
The book, a New York Times best-seller, was written by Jean Reagan, who authored last year's kiddie hit "How to Babysit a Grandpa," which has been enormously helpful to both me and Chloe because I am, at this point, less mature than she is.
Sue, who should be the subject of a book titled "How to Baby-sit a Husband," because without her I would be either dead or in prison, loves the grandma book.
"It's adorable," she told me after reading it.
"I'm glad your wife liked the book," Reagan said when I called her to talk about it. "I wanted to make the grandma fun, as I'm sure Sue is. And I know Chloe thinks you're fun."
"She sure does," I replied. "People have often asked me if I spoil her. I say no, that's Sue's job. My job is to corrupt her.
Chloe already loves books, even though she can't read yet. So Sue and I read to her when she comes over or when we go to her house.
I haven't read either of my books to Chloe, because they are below her intellectual level, but I did read both the grandpa and grandma books to her recently.
"What did she think?" asked Reagan, who is not a grandma yet.
"She loved them," I said. "She pointed to the slide and the swings in the grandma book. But for some reason, she seemed to understand that the grandpa needed a little more help."
"Next time she comes over," Reagan suggested, "she can help Sue baby-sit you."
Stamford native Jerry Zezima can be reached at JerryZ111@optonline.net.