Erin and I sit sipping coffee at the breakfast table. The girls play in the next room.
Jane: Let's play Old Grandma D!
Alice: OK!
I shoot Erin a confused look.
Me: Grandma D has become a game?
Erin: Didn't I tell you? Listen.
We hear the girls adjusting the couch cushions.
Jane: Ready?
Alice: Ready.
Jane/Alice: Ollllld Graaaandma.... DEE!
There is a soft booming sound, then giggling.
Alice: Again!
Jane/Alice: Olllld Graaaaandma.... DEE!
Erin and I creep to the door. The girls have pulled the couch cushions about six inches forward so that a lip of unsupported cushion hangs over the edge of the seat. They sit near the edge, shifting their weight forward little by little until there is nothing left holding up their bodies. They slide to the ground with a bump and a "Dee!"
Jane/Alice: Ollllld Grandma.... DEE!
Peels of laughter.
Erin: (softly) I think Grandma D would like this game.
