Monday, November 23, 2009

FRIENDS













GRAMMY:  Barbara, you’ve gotta find that boy a friend.

ME:  Julius has friends.

GRAMMY:  The kind he can hang out with, or just kids he knows from school?

ME:  Well, they’re from school, but he’s had play dates with several of them.

GRAMMY:  Play dates?

ME:  I arrange it with the other Moms, or they arrange it with me.

GRAMMY:  Lord, you don’t even let him pick his own friends?

ME:  He’s six, Grammy.  I can’t have him running off with kids I don’t know.  Or whose parents I don’t know.  And why are you even going on about this?

GRAMMY:  I’ll tell you why.  Because he’s out in the yard talking to the squirrels.  Squirrels, Barbara.  And you know what’s really sad?  They’re chittering away at each other, ignoring him.

ME:  Come on, Grammy.  That’s utter nonsense.

GRAMMY:  Call it what you want, but I’m telling you, Barbara, that boy needs a real friend.  (sigh)  Good thing he can’t understand squirrel.  I’ll bet you a dollar to a stale donut they’re making fun of him.

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4 comments:

Andy said...

"Good thing he can’t understand squirrel. I’ll bet you a dollar to a stale donut they’re making fun of him."

Ha!

Poor Julius isn't Barbara's son, he's her victim.

Fantastic!

Andy

Diane Mayr said...

Sometimes it's better to have squirrels as friends! Maybe Grammy'll get him a dog.

I'm Jet . . . said...

The dog will chase the squirrels!

Andy said...

And then he'll have NO friends, what with the dog getting hit by a car after it chases the squirrels away.