attack of the evil grandma

on my way home from the church of westerberg last night i stopped off at the bowling alley. sister #4 was having some sort of hooha there with a bunch of friends and the parents were watching the kidlings while sister #2 and stinky went to some coffeeshop with jodi hanson and wade.

so i stopped in to shine my beatific smile on them and spread the love. plus i haven’t seen jaycie and max for like 100 years.

just as i was pulling up, sister #2 and stinky get out of their car. such impeccable timing.

we enter the bowling alley and max goes apeshit.

“grodyjodigrodyjodiimissedyouwherehaveoyoubeenimissedyou?”

he jumps into my arms and puts his hands on my face exclaiming how much he missed me.

“sheesh,” sister #2 says, “i didn’t get that kind of welcome when i came home from vegas.”
“max just loves grody,” stinky says, “i don’t get it.”
“he has good taste!”

then my mom busts in:
“max called me the evil grandma tonight,” she says pouting.
“he what?” sister #2 asks.
“he called me evil, said i was the evil grandma,” she says.
“bwahahahahahahahahhhhhahaha,” sister #2 and i laugh.
“it’s not funny!” my mom says.
“it is too,” i say.
“he got that from you,” sister #2 says.
“jodi, you shouldn’t teach him to talk like that,” my mom says.
“what’s wrong with evil? it’s a perfectly good word.”
“she’s the evil grandma,” max pipes up.

then we all laughed for a long, long time.

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