GRAMMY: I’m going to the restroom.
ME: But you’ll miss Julius’ dive.
GRAMMY: He’s been standing there for twenty minutes, Barbara. He’ll be there when I get back.
ME: He’s scared, Grammy. It’s his first dive.
GRAMMY: He’s scared because you filled his head with drowning stories. He needs encouragement, not doom and gloom.
ME: I encourage Julius all the time.
GRAMMY: Yeah, to be the world’s biggest wuss. What are the other kids gonna think if he doesn’t jump?
ME: It doesn’t matter what they think, Grammy.
GRAMMY: Yeah. You keep telling yourself that. I’ll be back.
ME: I'd like her so much more if she was a senile invalid. (sigh) Come on, Julius. You can do it. Jump. Jum . . . . What the . . . ? Grammy! Get off that board!
JULIUS: Grammy?
GRAMMY: Hi, boy. Remember that day you said you’d like to push me off the pier?
JULIUS: (going home) Did you see me, Mom? I jumped right off. And higher than anybody!
ME: You sure did, Julius!
GRAMMY: I told you. All he needed was a little encouragement.
Photo: Magnus Muhr
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