So Grandpa wakes me up at 2:00 in the morning and says he’s having a heart attack. He’s points to his gallbladder.
“That’s not where your heart is,” I inform him.
“Awe bunk,” he says. Robert hears the commotion and gets up to go to the bathroom.
“Tell him where his heart is,” I say. He shows him.
“You had too much rich food for your birthday, Grandpa – sirloin steak, ice cream and half a Willie Wonka chocolate bar.”
