ME: Grammy? What happened to the fish I bought you? There were four, now there’s only one.
GRAMMY: That damned cat of yours decided to have one for lunch.
ME: Oh, no!
GRAMMY: Oh, yeah. Then Julius decided to give it a try. Swallowed his down quicker than the cat.
ME: He . . . he ate it?
GRAMMY: Well, what else would he do with it? The kid is a bag of bones. He must be starving on that diet of tofu and leaves you feed him.
ME: But . . . it was a fish. It was . . . alive. And you let him eat it?
GRAMMY: I didn’t let him, Barbara. I told you he was quick about it. And what’s the big deal? Haven’t you ever heard of sushi?
ME: Grammy!
GRAMMY: Oh, calm down. I made it to the fishbowl before he ate the rest.
ME: But then, what happened to the third fish?
GRAMMY: . . . . .
ME: Grammy?
GRAMMY: Well, I had to see what all the fuss was about. They don’t taste half as good as they look.
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4 comments:
Oh, gosh, Barb. This is so funny. Love the photo.
winke. winke. (word v of the day)
J
Okay. I could have done a much better job with the wv for the last comment. I was still half asleep, okay?
Grammy ate that fish winke and all. And then she took a trink (this comment's wv!)
Lame, eh?
Jet
When I was about 11 or 12, my cousin was in his highchair. We had a little fish bowl that had guppies in it. I guess it was a little too close to the edge of the counter because before we knew it, the baby had grabbed the bowl and took a sip! It makes me queasy to this day--we kids were never too vigilant in doing chores such as cleaning out the fish bowl, if you get my drift.
My grandfather used to say "Everyone eats a pound of dirt before they die."
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