Three early teen-aged boys with shaggy hair and skateboards get on the bus just after I sit down in the second row.
I hear one of them yell, "Dude, stop cursing. We're on the bus now. Nobody on here wants to hear that."
I roll my eyes as the first two pass me, making a bee-line for the back row, I'm sure. Isn't that where all the cool people sit? Why am I not sitting on the back row?
"Grandpa Young? Hey, Grandpa, it's me!"
The third boy of the group is talking to the grandpa on the row in front of me. Grandpa has hearing aids in both ears.
The boy leans closer and speaks louder. "Grandpa, it's me. I'm Cody's son."
He gets a puzzled stare back. Grandpa is trying really hard to remember. "Cody?... Cody... oh, Cody's son!" The words come out slow like he is trying to remember a foreign language.
"Yeah, Cody's son." There is a pause. Grandpa mumbles something neither his grandson or I can understand. The boy kindly gives a chuckle anyway. Another pause. "Hey, it's good to see you Grandpa!" The kid smiles a really beautiful smile, pats Grandpa's shoulder and takes off for his friends while Grandpa looks after him.
"Dude, my Grandpa's on this bus!" he yells, and he sounds sincerely excited.
Is it weird that this exchange made me feel really good inside? Blame it on the hormones (I blame a lot of things on hormones these days), but I almost teared up. I think that boy was more genuine in those 5 or so lines he exchanged with his Grandpa than most of us are in a day. Patting his Grandpa on the shoulder? What teenage boy does that? It was so grown up.
I hope that Bennett will love his Grandparents like that. I also kind of hope that if he bumped into his Grandpa on a bus one day, he would sit by him, too. But hey, let's not get to ambitious.