A Visit to the Grand Parental Units
Grandpa: Verla, would you like an ice cream cone?
Grandma: I think I have room for that, but maybe just a little one.
Grandpa: Okay. Bring me a knife. I'll cut the cone in half.
Grandpa: You like tea?
Me: Well, just herbal tea...
Grandpa: In Australia they drink black tea. It's what the British nobility drink. Smelly black tea.
Grandma: Why do you say it like that?! TeeeEEEEEEaaa!
Grandma: What kind of meat are we going to have for dinner tomorrow?
Grandpa: How about pork chops?
Grandma: That will take too long to cook.
Grandpa: Well we can just throw them on this George Formy thing and cook them that way.
(Grandma and Chantelle snicker hysterically)
At this point I should probably point that my Grandpa Edwards is Australian. 100% Australian, 100% Awesome. Accent and everything. And good ol' G-ma loves mocking his accent occasionally. It's funny.
Look at this little beauty I found on the wall... Yep. This is about 11 years ago. I dressed myself. Pay special attention to the Sailor Moon sweatshirt. Don't ask me what's up with the plastic beads in my hair, I have NO idea...
The eucalyptus leaf taped to the office door.
Baby Chantelle. Found it in Grandma's jewellery box among about a dozen of my other cousins in locket form.
Yeah. They're a big deal. Guess it runs in the family. Ha.
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