Bob is my 80 year old grandfather, but I call him Bob instead of grandfather. Always have. I moved from my parent's house in January 2010 to Bob's house. Bob is eccentric, even as far as old men go. I always appreciated it, but I was never quite exposed to it this much. Now, I want everyone to know about my experiences. You may laugh, but I shake my head. All of these short stories are true. They are not fabricated or exaggerated. They are Bob at his finest. If 'finest' is the right word
Showing posts with label Gingerbread man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gingerbread man. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Gingerbread
While we are watching TV, Bob turns to me, furrows his brow, and asks, "What is that cookie that is shaped like a man?" Taken back by the unexpected question, I take a minute to respond: "That would be a gingerbread man". "Oh that's right..... don't you go posting that on facebook." "Don't worry, Bob, I won't."
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