Date: July 10th
Location: Gran & Granddaddy’s where the temperatures are bearable and the arms to hold yowling infants and to corral squirrelly toddlers are more abundant
Time: 8:30pm
Situation: Gran and Dren in living room – Dren permanently twitching due to bouncing a bouncy seat for over two hours straight in order to keep the yowling to a minimum (on both parts); Gran laughing at Good Eats and saying positive words to Dren during commercials (a verbal bouncy chair, if you will); JJ in his room, having been there for forty-five minutes because he’s been “put to bed” (yes, that would be a full 1.5 hours before he normally slumbers)

Begin Scene.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Creak.

Dren glances at Gran.

Gran: He’s out of bed again, isn’t he?

Dren: Yep.

Gran: Okay, I told him if he got out of bed again, I’d swat his bottom. Is that okay?

Dren: (In the words of the KoolAid guy) Oh YEAH.

Moments pass.

More moments pass.

A pathetic cry.

More moments pass.

Gran returns.

Gran: So I went into the room. His clothes are all over the floor. The lamp is on, and the blinds are opened. He took off his pajamas and pull-up and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He looked at me, threw his arms up in the air, and said, “Mornin!”

Dren: Lord.

JJ Jawings