Out of the mouths of babes

Yesterday was game day here in our little corner of Alabamistan. We played “Go Fish” and “Old Maid” and “Deal or No Deal.” Sawyer was in no mood for making deals, even when only two of the original 26 briefcases were left. He rejected the banker’s offer of $525,000 with the board showing $1 and $1,000,000 and then discovered that the $1,000,000 was in the briefcase he had chosen! Sam, on the other hand, accepted the first deal offered to him, and the deal he made was a good one. He pocketed $100,000 (in play money) and there was only $75,000 in the briefcase he had picked.

I was Howie Mandell, and Nana and I made up names for the invisible girls who opened the briefcases. I picked names like Marjorie and Jane and Tina Louise. Nana, however, decided that one of the girls was named Fluella. Sawyer and Sam were practically in hysterics. So were we, but for a different reason!

After the game, Sawyer offered to bring out the “Monopoly” set but we decided against it because it takes such a long time to play. I said that on our next trip we’ll try to remember to bring our Mexican Train Dominoes with us. “Do you have dominoes?” I asked, and Sawyer nodded in the affirmative, but Sam replied, in all seriousness, “We don't have Domino’s, we have Pizza Hut.” When we all laughed, he insisted he was right. “We went to Pizza Hut on Sawyer’s birthday,” he said, “and we went to Pizza Hut on my birthday.”

And we had to admit that it was true.

Don’t you just hate it when people tell you what their grandchildren said?