growing old on galiano pt. 2

Friday night at dinner:

Mum: "Mum, you've got beet juice running down your chin. You don't want to get it on your lovely shirt."

Granny: "Oh dear."

(wipes chin)

Grandad: "I guess I need to file that tooth down again eh kid?"

Granny: "Yeah maybe."

Mum: "What are you talking about dad?"

Grandad: "She broke a filling a couple months ago and it came out. Her tooth was sharp after and so I filed it down with a nail file."

Me: "What? Go to the dentist!"

Grandad: "What dentist?"

Mum: "What kind of file did you use?"

Grandad: "A nail file! I offered to glue the filling back in with two ton cement but she wouldn't agree to it."

Mum: "Dad!"

Grandad: "What? you have to be versatile when you live in the boonies!"

Me: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."