“Put my grandson down, you pervert!” she screamed, red in the face. Okay, now she was a fat cow.
“Watch me dive!” Jordan shouted happily, struggling to get free.
And here came security…
“You again!”
And off we went. Since Jordan refused to be pried out of Steve’s arms, and Gramma refused to let go of his arm, the three walked in unison, with Steve gravely explaining the difference between could, can, and may, to the ignorant masses.
I’ll give Gramma credit; she went ashen when she realized what she’d said.
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So. Several hours later…Steve and I walked out free men. Although we only made it around the corner before Steve cracked up. “Did you hear our own personal little Calvin trying to tell his Gramma how fabulous my p***s is? I’m sure I would have been thrown in the slammer if
