Grandpa Trades His Life In

Grandma always wanted to live in a gingerbread house. Grandpa said, “no way!” he did not like stuff like this. All girly and curly-qued up, and fancy, with colorful paint. We knew as long as he was around, it was easier for her to live modern. But one day Grandpa ran off with a younger version of grandma. We were horrified; they had been married for thirty-nine years. He has lost his mind! My mother said. My father was really angry. Even angrier when we pulled up to his new house. It was the exact kind of house grandma had always wanted. She had begged for this kind of house. Now he lived in it with his “new woman”. We kept on driving, and we did not return.