Grandboy: Ok that’s it. I’m not drinking anything for 1000 days

Me: O, you’re that angry with me, are you?

Grandboy: YES! ONE THOUSAND DAYS. And then I’ll be dead. How does that sound?

Me: Sounds like a sad way to make me sad.

Grandboy: And THEN what will you do?

Me: O me? Well, I’ll just go to TheGrandkidStore dot com and order me another grandson.

Grandboy: Huh?

Me: Not to worry, I’ll order a replacement just like you. You know, because I like you and all.

Grandboy: You can’t do that.

Me: Why not? Where do you think you came from?

Grandboy: O funny, grandpa. I know I came out of my momma’s belly.

Me: O THAT’S what she told ya, did she? Clever gal. Now I have to let her know I let the news slip out.

Grandboy: O.O

He eventually caught on and played along, saying he’d go to Grandpa dot com to see if there were any on sale this week