Reaching for my ear lope, Grandpa twisted me round and collared me under his armpit. “Lemme take a gander at you, boy.”
Didn’t matter if I’d seen him yesterday evening, or if it had been more than a week… same thing always happened.
At six, the twisting was horrendous. Finally, Cousin Jim told me to roll into the Grandpa’s pit.
Once I knew the drill… cooperation was less painful.
“Well, looky what I found.” There was always a quarter stuck in my ear.
With a kiss on the forehead and swat my butt, I was safe for another day.
Written for Carrot Ranch Publications: 99 Word Flash Challenge.