“Opa, let’s wrestle!” “Uh, not now. Intergenerational thing going on here: you have energy; I don’t.” “Tell our friends who you are.”
“I’m Drew. I’m six-years-old. Next week I go into first grade.” “I’m Jake. I’m four. Next week Opa says I’m going to jail.”
“So about energy… Oma saw your parent’s car was dirty, really dirty. Looked like you’d been off-roading. Always ready to work, Oma went out and washed the car. Sometime later, it was dirty again. How did that happen?” “We threw dirt on it.” “OK. That explains why your clothes are so dirty. Reminds me of another time you visited Oma and Opa. You shredded Styrofoam and threw it down the stairs. You said, ‘It’s snowing.’ For months we were finding little pieces of Styrofoam all over the house.”
“Tell our friends about your surprise party for Oma’s birthday.” “Yesterday was Oma’s birthday. We got up early. Put up streamers. Blew up balloons. And had cupcakes.” “You sure did, and all that before 8:00 a.m. That was nice, except for one thing.” “What, Opa?” “Those cupcakes were loaded with sugar and you were off the walls for the rest of the morning. I wonder if ‘5 Hour Energy’ could make Opa go like you boys go.” “Huh?”
“Boys, I’m going off to rest and think about all this. ‘Do not cast me off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength is spent’ (Psalm 71:9).” Isn’t it time for you boys to be taking a nap?”
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