Like all growing boys, my teenage grandson was constantly hungry. I went to the refrigerator to find something he might like.
After poking around a bit and moving the milk and juice cartons, I spotted a bowl of leftover chili. I called out to him excitedly. He came running into the kitchen.
"Look! I found some chili!" I said to him.
Struggling to be polite, he said, "If you're that surprised, I'm not really sure I want it."
Just then, another huge wave appears out of nowhere and crashes on the beach.
As the water recedes, the boy is standing there, smiling, splashing around as if nothing had happened.
A loud voice booms from the sky, "I have returned your grandson. Are you satisfied?"
Sarah responds, "Well... He WAS wearing a hat."