So Cliff, the grandson, and I were sitting around after lunch today. Cliff and I were playfully mouthing off at one another as we are wont to do. When I made some wise crack to Cliff, he turned to the Grandson and said, "When she dies, that dog and the computers are the first things to go."
The grandson, without missing a beat, said, "I'll take the laptop."
I feel so abused!
Tonight I'm thankful for all the little "inside jokes" that every family has. The ones nobody else would understand, but that keep us all chuckling at the same old stale stories all our lives, right up to the time we're on our deathbeds.