I got a of work done on the rocket today, even with Donald asking all sorts of questions. He asks questions about everything.
Is Mars really red? Yes, of course.
Are there Martians? It's Mars, duh.
Are there monsters? Probably.
Does it take long to get there? A couple of hours, at least.
Can I come? No.
Can we talk when you get there? Yes, we'll use the walkie-talkies. (Probably a good idea - just in case there's trouble).
Do they have TV on Mars? I don't know.
What will you do if you get bored? It's Mars - there are craters and mountains and valleys to explore, there's water to be discovered and Martians to get to know - there won't be time to get bored.
He had others, but I can't remember what they were. You get the idea, though.
Grandpa came over on Saturday. He's very excited that I'm going to Mars. So much so he wants to come. He always talks about how he was a pilot in the war. I'm not sure which war, I didn't even think planes were invented when he was young.
Grandpa said with his experience he'd be a big help.
He can be a little forgetful sometimes. He locks his car keys in the car and once he forgot Grandma in the Super Shop-A-Lot. Although, Dad said he thinks Grandpa did that on purpose. Anyway, with that kind of help we'd probably end up hurtling endlessly through space.
I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I said I'd see if I could make room for him on the rocket ship. And if I couldn't, I'd certainly need his help back here on earth.
He laughed and called me his Little Teddy Bear. He's been calling me that ever since I was a baby, but it kind of bugs me now that I'm older. Grandpa's a really good guy, always giving money and stuff, so I let it slide.
Luckily none of my friends have heard him say it, think about how that would go over.
