Chicago: Grandpa-isms

Granpa-ism #1:

This afternoon, my grandfather leaned over and asked how much I weighed.  I looked at him a moment in wonder… 

“What is it?  About 120?”   

I paused again, “About 115 or so… That’s kind of a random question, Grandpa.”   

“Well… that’s about what your grandmother weighed when we got married- about 100lbs.”  I was trying to understand his point.  He continued, “Ya know, you could probably wear your grandmother’s dress if you wanted… ya know- for whenever you get married -if you ever decide to do that.  We’d be honored if you wore it.  Ya know, it’s not like the wedding dresses these days where everyone is showing their dignity- I don’t like that.  This is covered.  This is nice.”   

I nodded, but I’m not sure what brought this on.  I’m sure Grandma had no idea he had just offered her wedding dress away… I don’t know how she’d feel about it.

Grandpa-ism #2:

“Why would someone pick you to take their pictures?  Couldn’t they just do it themselves?  People pay you to do that?  …Why don’t you paint instead- wouldn’t people pay you to do that instead?  Maybe that’s your calling.”  

..Grandpa obviously doesn't think being a photographer is a real job.