November 2017
A conversation I had with my grand daughter during a recent visit.
I was going to visit my sister and said, “I’m going over to your Aunts.”
My grand daughter said, “Can I go with you?”
“Sure Pumpkin, hop in the car.”
We are sitting in the driveway while I buckle my seat belt and she says, “I don’t have to use the seat belt when we are just driving around the neighborhood. We have to take responsibility for our actions. So if I die, I will take responsibilities for my action.”
“Oh. Glad to know I’m off the hook for that.”
I won’t say who choked up spewing his coffee when I told this story minutes later, but my brother is busted.
From your grumpy Uncle/Brother Dave.