Thank Goodness He Didn’t Say “Get Lost”

This weekend was a big reunion weekend for the Granade cousins. My parents and my grandmother came to the reunion, and stayed with us. Sunday morning the six of us were sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast. Eli was doing this head-bobble thing where he tilts his head left and right, left and right, in time to the music in his head. “Are you headbanging?” my dad asked him.

Eli promptly pointed to the napkin beside his plate and said, “I bang onna napkin.” He then thwacked his head into the napkin before raising his head and rubbing it, looking very hurt.