They kept it up throughout the meal, on the way home, and at home. When it got closer to graduation, Zeke had to leave earlier than us to meet up with his classmates in order to prepare. He dressed up in his suit that he wore to the banquet and held his cap and gown in hand.
"So grown up." Gramma dabbed the corner of her eyes as we watched Zeke leave the house.
"We would grow up slower if you saw us more often." Noah hadn't given up.
"Boy, if you don't quit it..." Grampa warned.
Noah grinned. "What? What are you going to do?"
"Don't think you're too big for me to bend over my knee." Grampa wagged his finger at Noah, but didn't make a move.
Normally I'd be frightened with the threat of violence, but coming from Grampa, it was just funny. He wasn't scary or mean. He was a friendly giant.
After a bit of sitting around, Mom called for us. "Boys! Come and let me fix your hair before we go!"
