One of the girls I work with recently lost her father-in-law. Her mother-in-law watches her kids (she has a half of a baseball team's worth). Once the funeral was over and life settled down a little, the kids went back to Grandma's, as usual.
"Grandma, will you take me to heaven?" one of the boys asked.
After some conversation, she figured out that he was asking to go to the cemetery.
So, she gathered everyone up, loaded them in the van and off they went. Once they arrived, they piled out and the one who had requested the trip marched right over to the grave.
"Grandpa, Grandma has not made me soup yet."
Busted.
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