The Time Out!

The Time Out!

Oh Grandma, I don’t think you have a bone in your body allowing you to get mad!

All the summers that I have spent with you and Grandpa I think you took me to every park in the greater San Jose Bay Area. Most of the time it would be Lisa and I or Tammy and I and the trip usually ended with a stop at the little ice cream place off of Maude. Great times, Thank You.

One particular time it was all of your grand children piled in your Toyota Corona. The day started out as planned but didn’t end that way. Some where toward the end of the trip some one stopped listening to Grandma and it was all down hill from there. More than likely it was Lisa.

There was no stopping for Ice cream that day, there was no talking only a long car ride back to Grandmas house where all of our parents were sure to get the news immediately following our arrival.

Grandma Parked the Corona in the garage. She was in the house before any of us. One by one, as we walked in, we were pointed in the direction of a chair to serve our time out in, still no talking.

Then came the explosion that I believe was the loudest and maddest Grandma could ever get. She came around the corner by the hot water heater and laid into us. “When I say it’s time…………..Don’t argue with me……….No more parks”. All of this was coming from Grandma at about a decibel higher in volume but with finger pointing and a red nose.

I think it was the red nose that made me realize this punishment was more painful to her than it was to us and enough for me to never want to make grandma that upset again.

Mark