a heartwarming story for a Sunday morning

Gary Reeder
Sunday, April 15, 2018, 10:31 (344 days ago)

Mornings with Grandparents

Have you ever wondered what the difference is between Grandmothers and Grandfathers? Well, here it is:

There was this loving grandfather who always made a special effort to spend time with his son's family on weekends. Every Saturday morning he would take his 5-year-old granddaughter out for a drive in the car for some quality time -- pancakes, ice cream, candy-- just him and his granddaughter.

One particular Saturday, however, he had a terrible cold and could not get out of bed. He knew his granddaughter always looked forward to their drives and would be very disappointed. Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter for her weekly drive and breakfast.
When they returned, the little girl anxiously ran upstairs to see her grandfather who was still in bed. "Well, did you enjoy your ride with grandma?" he asked.

"Not really, PaPa, it was boring. We didn't see a single asshole, piece of shit, horse's ass, socialist left wing Obama lover, blind bastard, dip shit, Muslim camel humper, peckerhead or son of a bitch anywhere we went. We just drove around and Grandma smiled at everyone she saw. I really didn't have any fun.”

***Almost brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?

Grandma is the bad one in my house!

Sunday, April 15, 2018, 10:40 (344 days ago) @ Gary Reeder

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I only have grandsons BUT

Sunday, April 15, 2018, 14:44 (344 days ago) @ Gary Reeder

I'm sure that their reactions would be the same. We would have a colorful ride, let's just leave at that.

Winn, I agree.

Sunday, April 15, 2018, 16:32 (344 days ago) @ Winn

I can’t get into my family’s past, but my grandfather drove for a prominent family in Boston back in the day as a bootlegger. Years gone buy. So when he took us for a ride in one of the cars in his garage. He would always pile four or five of the grandkids in the car and take us for ice cream . There was a street in the area where we live I believe it was Bremen Street . There was a big hump in the road. He would push that car right to the max and we would fly over that hump. (We were like the Dukes on tv)And all of us would say, do it again Gramps. He would laugh and take us for our ice creams. Miss him.

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