When I stopped the bus to pick up Chris for preschool, I noticed an older woman hugging him as he left the house.
“Is that your grandmother?” I asked.
“Yes,” Chris said. “She’s come to visit us for Christmas.”
“How nice,” I said. “Where does she live?”
“At the airport,” Chris replied. “Whenever we want her, we just go out there and get her.”
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A boy is writing his grandmother a letter.
His friends sees it and asks him: “Who are you writing that letter?”
“My grandma” The boy replies.
“Why are you writing so slowly?” His friend asks him.
“She can’t read very fast!”
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For two solid hours,
the lady sitting next to a man on an airplane had told him about her grandchildren. She had even produced a plastic-foldout photo album of all nine of the children.
She finally realized that she had dominated the entire conversation on her grandchildren.
“Oh, I’ve done all the talking, and I’m so sorry. I know you certainly have something to say. Please, tell me… what do you think of my grandchildren?”
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A grandmother is giving directions to her grandson who is coming to visit with his wife.
“You come to the front door of the apartments. I am in apartment 301. There is a big panel at the front door. With your elbow, push button 301. I buzz you in. Come inside and elevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow, push third floor. When you get out, I’m on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell. OK?”
“Grandma, that sounds easy, but why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?”
“What… You’re coming empty-handed?”