Visits with my grandparents are quite entertaining. Consider the following conversation snippets:
"It's not very voluminous," my grandpa asserted about a book he is reading (200 pages).
"When you get to the grocery store, how 'bout you stop by the meat counter for some brains?" said my grandpa (obviously joking). My grandma replied, "Any more nasty remarks??!"
Grandpa stifled a chuckle and ambled off into the kitchen.
Grandpa: "Leni, what did you do to your car? There seems to be a little bit of a scrape on the bumper..."
Grandma: "Oh really? I have no idea... someone must have bumped my car."
Grandpa: "No, that is unlikely... I think YOU did something." [ha!]
Grandma: (blushing) "Nooo..."
"I tell the snow plows to get OUT of our neighborhood. If they clear the roads, there's no way I'll be able to use my cross-country skis," says Grandma.
"Traffic wasn't that bad this morning on the way to the grocery store. People must know that the Queen (aka Grandma) is in town!!"
-The Queen herself.