Out of the mouths of babes . . .
Methinks everyone gets a kick
out of the grandkids, but I was
landed in Hystericsville this time!
Our little guy comes out to the
travel trailer, knocks on the door
and says, "Gramma, can I come
in?" I tell him to hold on as I
need to watch out for those pesky
incoming flies.
He comes in, sits down and right
away focuses on the TV. "Hey
gramma,"is your TV really old?"
Of course, I admit to this and I
will say, I'm damn curious to
see where this is going.
"Well gramma, why don't you
buy a new one?" I explain that
I just don't have the money to
do so. He pauses, Obviously,
he's thinking about all this,
takes his time . . . and then, he
looks up at me and grins. "Well,
maybe my mom could buy you
a new one!"
Frankly, I didn't see it coming
and I fear it was a damn struggle
not to die laughing on the spot.
But, I was a good gran and told
him I thought we were good for
the time being. He gets up to go,
turns and says, "Well, think about
it, gramma."
I swear that kid puts a smile on
my face every time I see him.
We won the lotto with our eight;
make no mistake.
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