Who is Owazy?

Well H, after mom and I told you to stop doing something forever ago, your response was that your “other grandma” told you that you could.

Mom and I were like, “What’s that now? Your who?!”

You said it was your other grandma, “Owazy.”

And after that, you told us the most awesome and elaborate story leading up to the fact that your new grandma, Owazy, said that it was ok to again do what we had just told you not to do.

We did not think too much about it but laughed at the vivid imagination of it all.

That was, however, nearly a year ago.

You still talk about her, at least once or twice a week.

Somewhere along the line, you even said something about Owazy’s husband.

We, of course, could not help ourselves.

“Sweetheart, who was Owazy’s husband?”

Naturally, you explained that he was simply your “other grandpa.”

I should have known that.

And his name is “Grass.”

Owazy and Grass.

I love the stories you tell.

I hope you write them all down one day.

You are perfect.

I love you.

-Dad