"Grammy, what's an avacado?"
Grammy turned bright red, her nostrils flared and the veins in her forehead bulged as she began throwing whatever small items were on hand at Grampy.
"It wasn't me this time!" Grampy said as he raised an arm to shield himself while doubled over in a fit of laughter.
"Grammy, what's an avacado?" Grammy turned bright red, her nostrils flared and the veins in her forehead bulged as she began throwing whatever small items were on hand at Grampy. "It wasn't me this time!" Grampy said as he raised an arm to shield himself while doubled over in a fit of laughter.