We went to a Chinese restaurant with my grandfather last night. Grandpa is 92, and though his eyes are watery and his back is hunched, his mind is sharp. He's a living wonder, and a truly good man.
As we ate, Ben decided to speak with his great-grandfather.
Grandpa, being slightly hard of hearing, continued to munch his stir-fry vegetables and rice.
"GRANDPA!", Ben shouted.
Grandpa looked up, and turned his head slowly, to see who was bellowing his name.
"I can't see your smile", Ben explained.
Grandpa looked puzzled, and turned to me. I reiterated what Ben had said, unsure if Grandpa had failed to hear Ben's comment, or if Grandpa had heard and was understandably perplexed.
"Can't see it for the rice, hey?" Grandpa grinned, as he chewed and chewed.
"It's because you're so old", Ben pronounced, and resumed his meal. I widened my eyes across the table at my half-brother, and we smirked, embarrassed. Grandpa either failed to hear the comment, or wisely chose to ignore it.
Grandpa and Ben sat chewing together. I pulled out a scrap of paper and wrote down their conversation, verbatim. It seemed important to remember.