My idea is so good I know I could get a grant. How do you get an artist grant, anyone?
In Fort Erie, Canada, where I go once a month to deposit a check, there’s a little french fry truck that I always hit up for a medium w/ketchup salt and vinegar. Eli and Nan came this time and got their fry on. Next time I have to remember to get a small, not a medium, for each of them as they left half uneaten. Faces covered in ketchup, had to strip Nan down and wash her off as she got it all over her clothes.
So Eli had a run in with the dentist and went from his jolly self to a smear over the course of 1 hour. He has to go back twice; it’s going to be hell getting him back once.
I remember going through hell when I was his age at the dentist. After my mom would buy me a toy, she felt so sorry for me. I felt like getting Eli a toy, but it would’ve become a huge production with Grif and Nan wanting in on the action.