Grandpa really enjoys his mealtimes. I think I've mentioned that before; it bears repeating. Sometimes he jokes with me and says he's going to faint if he doesn't get food soon. Today he said, "I know it's only a quarter 'til (lunchtime), but I'm starting to feel faiiii...." Then he said ugh/sighed real loud and pretended to do just that. I played along: "Oh no! Hang on! I'm coming!"
Later when he told me what kind of pudding he wanted for dessert:
Me: "Coming right up!"
Gpa: "Going right down!"
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