Grandma Nell chasing Eli out the door with a broom didn’t do his ego any good. He was eighteen, and she still hadn’t realized he was an adult. At least in his own mind. What he hadn’t realized was that if he stopped hiding her false teeth, she’d stop chasing him.
Grandma was really on the warpath today. This time, Eli had gone too far. He’d been running out of new places to hide the teeth. After all, he’d been playing this game since he was five. Grandma had thought it was funny back then. Of course, his idea of hiding them was to leave them in plain sight. He’d gotten better at it.
Today Eli had hidden Grandma Nell’s teeth in the pickle jar. She hated dill pickles, so he figured she’d never look there. Of course, he forgot that Gramps loved them. When Gramps had found the teeth, all hell had broken loose. Grandma had picked up her broom and even Gramps had joined the chase.
Nope. Being chased out the door with a broom for the whole neighborhood to see wasn’t good for Eli’s ego. Even worse was when he woke up on the front lawn having run straight into the old maple tree in his rush to escape his grandparents.
I built this story around the words broom, ego, and tree.
A morning smile. I'm lucky that I have some happy memories of my grandparents. I never was chased except outside to play, though 😁
I love where your mind goes, the tree almost got me too!