“Melody came by while you were downtown,” Sherry said. “She said something about a wedding and will you watch Davin for her.”
“Ah,” I said. “The Grandpa Child Care service. Oh, well. What is it that Melody always says about it?”
“She says that if you didn’t want to look after your grandchildren you should never have become a grandfather.”
After lunch Melody came over.
“We’re going to a wedding,” she said. “Glen and I want to stay for the reception but we don’t need a nine year-old hanging around there getting into trouble.”
“I’ll take care of him,” I said.
“We’ll be back to get him sometime tonight,” Melody said, as she dropped Davin off the next day.
As we sat out on the front porch I asked, “How was the wedding?”
“I guess it was pretty good,” Davin said. “That’s the first time I’ve been to a wedding so I’m not sure.”
After a while he said, “Grandpa, how many times have you been married?”
“Way too many,” I told him. “I’ve gone past my limit on marriages.”
“You’ve been married more than sixteen times?”
“No. Why do you ask if it’s more than sixteen times?”
“That’s how many times the preacher said you could be married.”
“I never heard of that,” I said. “Why do you think it’s sixteen times?”
“I added them up. He said four better, four worse, four richer and four poorer.”
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