Grandad what did you want to be when you were my age

he paused pushing himself on the soft leather shaped by his years -Happy his eyes beaming below the arced trellises of his greyed out eyebrows Dion rested at his grandfathers feet His face in a contortion of bewilderment -No, I mean as a job The old man grasped a freshly iced can of some sugar filled gloop and poured it between them both He gave a chuckle disguising it as a cough as the child held the glasses together to better measure the gloop before placing one in his grandfathers hand The giant princes and 7 people doesn’t have the same ring -Okay what about Grumpy pulling a fake gurn to his face the tickle of his beard causing him to sneeze to easily Dion yawned his grandfather wiping the sleep peadrops from his eye Bashfully I must leave but my grate NESS Is documented