My grandfather was sitting in traffic the other day.
And he got run over!

My OTHER grandfather can't do what he used to. You know. Bless him.......Bomb the Japanese!!!!

My other grandfather, He would never throw anything away.....He died in the war holding on to a hand grenade!!!!

My OTHER grandfather.......His last words to me were,
"You selfish boy."
Not long after that, I became a fishmonger!!!!

My OTHER grandfather......Had a metal plaque on his forehead dedicated to a park bench that had died!!!!!

My OTHER grandfather.....Broke his leg standing on a doormat......Probably should have explained to him the concept of a Helter Skelter!!!!

I'm one of those people who can remember very very far back - Grade 1 anyway.

My own father, when he saw one of us choking, would say, "Oops, looks like that went down your Sunday throat!" While I never believed I had a Sunday throat, I did believe my throat was broken into two halves and that somehow the body ensured it usually went down the proper half. It never dawned on me what the other half was for.

It was only when I was about seven that I opened my mouth wide in front of the mirror and realized that the middle piece moved and I only had one throat all along!

Today's kids are smarter. They would catch on to that by the age of 5.