At the weekly senior lunch, it came time for diners to share positive family stories. Grandpa was hard pressed and had to reach for a good one.
As he cleared his throat he said, "My grandson, in his first three little league games of the season, he has three no-hit games!"
"Wow!" Came of voice from the back. "Sounds like he's gonna be a great pitcher!"
After a pause, Grandpa stuttered, "Well, I meant as a batter..."
My three-year-old son, Jack, was as excited as he could be to visit his grandma and grandpa in Florida, especially since it meant taking his first trip on an airplane.
We'd just boarded and got buckled in when Jack looked around the plane and frowned. "What is it?" I asked, wondering if he was nervous.
He then asked me, a bit worried, "Are ALL these people going to Grandma's house too?"
Finally, our last mortgage payment. To make a ceremony of it, we went to the bank and paid in person.
The teller processed everything and handed me the closing papers.
Heading for the door, I suddenly remembered a rebate check I'd brought along to cash.
I went back to the same teller. "Sorry, we can't do that," she explained. "You don't have an account here anymore."