Pull My Finger
Last night I got a call from my brother. We both talked about our young grandkids. His grandchildren call him and his wife Pa-paw and Ma-maw. While my best story was how my 5-year-old grandson had sung me "Happy Birthday" on the phone for the first time, my brother's story was the topper.
He said that one of his grandsons was riding around with his other Grandpa yesterday. Grandpa would point to construction equipment like a dump truck or bulldozer, and the grandson would name each one correctly. While they were riding, Grandpa felt the need to pass a little gas. So, he told his grandson, "Pull my finger," with the usual result.
Afterward, the little fella looked at his Grandpa and said, "You don't have to pull Ma-maw's finger."
