A boy is writing his grandmother a letter.
His friends sees it and asks him:“Who are you writing thatletter?”
“My grandma” The boy replies.
“Why are you writing so slowly?” His friend asks him.
“She can’t read very fast!”
For two solid hours
the lady sitting next to a man on an airplane had told himabout 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 entireconversation on her grandchildren,
“Oh, I’ve done all the talking, and I’m so sorry. I know youcertainly have something to say. Please, tell me… what doyou think of my grandchildren?”
One day a little girl was sitting and watching hermother do the dishes at the kitchen sink.
She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands ofwhite hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked,”Why aresome of your hairs white, Mom?
Her mother replied,“Well, every time that youdo somethincwrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turnswhite.”
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and thensaid,”Momma, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs arewhite?”
A grandmother is giving directions to her grandsonwho is coming to visit with his wife
“You come to the front door of the apartments. I am inapartment 301. There is a big panel at the front door. Withyour elbow, push button 301.I buzz you in. Come inside andelevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow, push thirdfloor. When you get out, I’m on the left. With your elbow, hitmy doorbell. Ok?”
“Grandma, that sounds easy, but why am I hitting all thesebuttons with my elbow?
“What… You’re coming empty-handed?”
A school bus driver stopped the vehicle to take littleGeorge out.
The kid opened the door and saw his grandmother reachingher hands to grab him,
The driver though, to make sure that that person is really afamily member, asks the kid. “Is this really yourgrandmother?”
“Yes. She visits every Christmas!”
“Very good! And where she stays at the rest of the year?” thedriver insists.
“At the airport!,” says the kid and continues,”Whenever wefeel like, we go there and we take her home…”