Grammpa and Gramma.
Over cookies and tea,
Were K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
I would have missed out.
If I had not seen them...but I did,
So I sat down between them.
They both pretended like they didn't care.
And they kept on kissing,
like I wasn't there.
They sometimes let me have my way
And things weren't much different today.
I was their earth angel
Their favorite little boy
So I helped myself to Gramma's Chips Ahoy.
When I did that Grammpa looked down,
At me munching on my cookie chocolate brown.
He laughed with a jolly, ho ho ho.
"To that your mom would say, no no no."
Gramma looked at him, then she looked at me,
"Oh, Dear," she said, "can't you plainly see?"
"He's having just a crumb of fun,
Let the child have a cookie, he only has one."
"Cory, I have fresh milk and strawberries too,
I'll go to the kitchen and get some for you."
When Grammpa and I are both alone,
We talk to each other in a boyish tone.
We talk about him and my Dad.
And the fun that he and Dad have had,
"Wasn't you and Dad supposed to go fishing?"
"Yes. But your Gramma's, NO, has left me wishing."
"How about a beer down at the bar?"
"Nope, stay home and wash the car."
"And when you're done doing that?"
"Walk the dog and feed the cat."
"Mom has a bunch of stuff for Dad to do too."
"I know. Says he wish he was ten, like you."
"Then Mom would make him put on clean socks."
"Yeah. And stop pulling the pigtails of his sister's swinging locks."
"Yeah. and get rid of his spider collection, and his wriggly mouse."
"Uh huh. And stop putting it in his sister's doll house."
"Make him clean up his room, smile and then."
"Plop in the tub and take a bath again."
"And make him eat a whole bunch of veggies."
"Yep. And make him stop giving his little brother wedgies."
Grammpa and I laughed, until our cheeks turned red.
When Gramma came back this is what she said.
"I overheard what you two were talking about.
"you are both little boys without a doubt."
"And just because of what you were saying sounded.
Both of you are as of now...GROUNDED."
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Author Notes
"Gramma is like Mom...sometimes they can be a pane in the glass.
Grammpa is like Dad...sometimes they're both snowmen, with cool boyish class.
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