For Grammers

I dedicate this story to my Grandmother:

Gavin and I were trying to get ready for Willow's Birthday party this afternoon and, as is his custom, Gavin was taking forever. He was easily distracted and refused to stay on task. After about half an hour of patient prodding I finally let out a groan of resigned frustration.

UUUGGGGGH!

Gavin stopped, spun around, assumed his fist-in-the-air Superman pose and shouted, "ALCOHOL TO THE RESCUE!" as he ran across the living room.


I'm not sure where he got it or what it says about us as parents, but I had to laugh out loud. All I could think was, "It sounds like a punchline to a story Grammers would have told from her piano."