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Preventative Measures

Grampa rolled his rocking chair back and forth, back and forth.

He rubbed the twin barrels of his shotgun with the polishing rag, up and down, up and down.

He spit a wad of chewing tobacco into a jar, stood, and said,

“Missy, don’t you never–ever–kiss no boys.”

Tell Us a Story

“Tell us a story, Grampa!”

“Alright, kids! Once there was an old man with fourteen grandchildren. He was a grumpy man, so he took all their toys away and burned them. The End.”

“Thanks for the story, Grampa! Can we play dolls now?”

“Sorry, Susie. It was a true story.”