Grandaddy Is A Smart Man

Mama was in a tizzy and Little Guy was trying to stay out of the way. Mama has her first art show of the year this weekend and she is never ready.

The shop door was opened wide. Drawers were everywhere. Mama says it's easier to paint the drawer fronts when they're sitting on their backside. Little Guy figures Mama knows what she's doing because she's been doing it since before he was born.

Little Guy and Sunshine stop by sometimes to visit Mama while she works. Mama is never too busy for hugs and kisses. Sunshine has to be careful though. Her tail is really long and when she swings it sometimes it swats the wet paint. Mama doesn't like that at all. Little Guy tried to convince her to curl her tail up the way he curls his up. She refused. Big sisters never listen to their baby brothers.

Grandaddy decided he needed something from the back of the shop. He wove through the drawers and squeezed past Mama, who was perched on a stool painting a vanity. Mama was not pleased. She frowned but never said a word. Little Guy was proud of her. Mama doesn't often hold her tongue.

Grandaddy must have enjoyed the trip because he made it again and again and again. Little Guy could see Mama's agitation level rising. Still, she never said a word. Little Guy figured Mama was still grateful to Grandaddy because he helped cut a back for the vanity mirror. They had to get the table saw out for that. Then Grandaddy used little nails to put the back on. And he did it all by himself. Little Guy knew Mama was glad about that.

The gratitude points were rapidly depleting with every trip Grandaddy made through the shop. Little Guy glanced over at Sunshine. She could see it too. Little Guy didn't understand why Grandaddy couldn't see he was getting on Mama's nerve really bad. Little Guy suspected he just didn't care.

Grandaddy squeezed by Mama one more time.

"You about done," she asked.

"Uh-oh," Little Guy thought to himself. He braced himself for the eruption.

Grandaddy paused and looked down at Mama. It finally seemed to dawn on him that all was not well in his world. "Yeah, I think I'm going in the house to rest a while," he told Mama before he turned toward the house.

Little Guy always knew Grandaddy was a very smart man.

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