04Jan10

I am 7, my brother Brian is about 10 or 11, I guess. We’re barely able to contain our selves because we know what we’re about to make our grandma say. He asks her, “Hey, Grandma, (snort) what are you eating under there?”

“I’m not eating anything.”

Disappointment.

“No, grandma, what are you eating under there?”

“What are you talking about? I’m not eating anything.”

“Well, no. Just – Just pretend like you’re eating something.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what are you eating under there?”

“Um… a sandwich.”

“Grandma!”

To this day I think she did it on purpose.

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