To: Grampa Dave
My trophy wife....Heh heh. You lucky bastard.
144 posted on
02/05/2004 3:10:38 PM PST by
Petronski
(I'm not always cranky.)
To: Petronski
Re my trophy wife. Who looks decades younger than her calendar years.
A weekend ago, my son and I went fishing. Trophy Wife aka, Grandma, baby sat for the close to 5 year old princess and close to 3 year old Bubba Bamm Bam.
At one time, she put on a set of old reading glasses to look at something that Bubba had sketched for her. He had never seen her with any glasses besides sun glasses.
He looked at her and said, "You look like a Grandma!"
To which she replied, "I am a Grandma, Bubba. I'm your Dad's Mother and you are my grandson!"
He just looked at her and shook his head in amazement.
For the rest of the day, he was telling his older and wiser sister that my wife looked just like a Grandmother with her reading glasses on.
He has called her a derivative of her first name since he could talk. So it was a wake up call for him. My son came close to losing control of his pickup on the way home when his daughter/our grand daughter told him the story.
When he got control of himself, he asked Bubba, "Did you think that Papa was living with some younger woman?"
Bubba said, "Yes!" This brought my son close to losing control of the pickup again.
We are still laughing about this. They will be here tomorrow afternoon, and Bubba will be teased by Papa.
150 posted on
02/05/2004 3:25:46 PM PST by
Grampa Dave
(John F' Kerry! You are not John F. Kennedy!)
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