Well Now You're Restless

Grammy and Grandson

My mother recently published a book. She signed a copy and gave it to me. But the first book went to Jackson.

"He gets everything!" I complained. "You like him more than me!"

My mother didn't respond.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"She gave me an exasperated look. "I don't like him more than you."

"That's right you don't! You like me more!"

Again she didn't respnd.

"You can't like him as much as me! He hasn't even been around as long and he's all drooly! He can't even talk!"

"Maybe that's why I like him so much!"

And then she laughed. A lot.

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