Wiggly Mail 2!
Hello grandchildren. Grandpa Wiggly here with more of your correspondence. Today’s letter asks one of Grandpa Wiggly’s favorite questions in the whole wide world.
Dear Grandpa Wiggly,
What did you have for dinner last night? I had pizza and a few beers.
-Drew
Well grandchildren Drew, first things first. Beer is not a good thing. In fact it’s very dangerous. It can lead to accidents or even marriage and you don’t want that. You’re also at a higher risk of going on a drunken tirade. Just don’t drink and drive. If you need a ride, call your Grandpa Wiggly.
You must have known that I love talking about my last night’s supper. I assume you mean supper, because Grandpa Wiggly considers dinner to be what most people call lunch. My supper is what you probably call dinner. Even though you asked about dinner, which is lunch to me but supper to you, your clearly initiated inquiry indicated a meal consumed “last night”? Grandma Nubb did away with lunches many years ago. She instituted an executive marriage dinner decision by doing away with referring to lunch. Regardless, I had the same thing for supper as I did for dinner, which is lunch to you. Are you with me grandchildren? Okie dokie.
Part of what fuels Grandpa Wiggly is what goes into Grandpa Wiggly. And what goes into Grandpa Wiggly comes out of Grandpa Wiggly. Grandma Nubb didn’t cook any supper last night so I had my two favorite foods - corn niblets and wet bread. As you probably know, Grandpa Wiggly doesn’t have teeth these days. That’s just what happens when you get old grandchildren. You start to lose things like teeth, hair and even your….Errr….I forgot. What was Grandpa Wiggly going on about again?
~wiggly