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Topic: Grandparent(s) (04/03/08)
TITLE: Grandpa's Teeth
By Stephanie Frelone
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"Honestly, Ally, I don't know how to deal with you anymore!" she declared one day after yet another spoon session had failed to produce the intended good behavior, "Go sit at the kitchen table and wait there until I decide what to do with you."
I plunked myself on one of the kitchen chairs and waited patiently for the outcome.
At around three o'clock I heard the shuffling and deep-chested coughing that heralded the awakening of Grandpa from his afternoon nap. He beamed at me.
"Hello there, Ally bear! Are you behaving yourself?"
Instantly, I felt my mood lift. This was my Grandpa, my champion. No one knew better than he how hard it was to behave for Grandma!
"Grandma's thinking about how to deal with me." I told him. He nodded his head wisely and eased himself into the chair beside me.
Hope soared in my heart. Usually Grandpa's declaration of "poor girl" was accompanied with an offering of candy or a magic trick.
"Would you like to see something really neat?"
So it was to be a magic trick; not my first choice, but I wasn't about to be an ingrate. I nodded my head.
I sat up straight and planted my eyes on Grandpa.
...And then it happened.
It started out as the familiar Grandpa smile that I had come to know over my four years of existence. What's so special about that? I wondered. His mouth closed his lips began to wiggle back and forth. I heard a peculiar clacking sound coming from within. His mouth opened once more and he smiled at me--this time in 3D. In a blaze of flawless white and perfect pink, Grandpa's teeth grinned at me, impossibly perched on his lower lip! His jaw danced up and down, and suddenly the teeth were on the move. Like a beast summoned from the abyss, Grandpa's teeth slowly emerged from his mouth and plopped into his watiing hands. Bathed in saliva, the teeth twinkled malevolently at me. Stunned, I looked to Grandpa, desperate to hear an explaination of the abomination that had just taken place. He grinned at me one last time, his mouth a crescent-shaped chasm.
The wail that burst forth from within me was the kind that even the most seasoned of horror movie actresses can only dream of duplicating. In a flash of floral-print, Grandma appeared at my side.
"Ally! What's wrong? Ally! Talk to me! Herbert, what did you do to her?"
Grandpa shrugged his shoulders, his teeth in their rightful place once more.
"I only smiled at her..."
"GRANDPA'S TEETH!" I screamed.
"Grandpa's teeth?" The confusion on Grandma's face gave way to comprehension. She looked at her husband and scowled. Suddenly, she paused. The reproach on her face gave way to a slight smirk.
"Grandpa's teeth?" she repeated. The unmistakable gleam of triumph appeared in her eyes.
At that precise moment in time, the wooden spoon received its unofficial termination of employment. After all, who would need corporal punishment when discipline could be served with a smile?
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