A Chinchilla and a Chimpanzee Walked Into a Bar
"A chinchilla and a chimpanzee walked into a bar," my
grandson says, smugly, with that smile.
Where? I ask. The U.S.? England? The Neverlands?
He gives me a slow head shake ‘no’.
Kenya? The Isle of Man? Timbuktu?
South America? Guatemala? Italy?
I am being ridiculous, but as Grandma, it is my job.
I can tell that he is losing interest fast, so I stop my queries.
“It could not be anywhere, Grandma,” he tells me. “Chinchillas do not walk,
they scurry.”
I love having an eleven-year-old grandson.
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