Hard as Nails
Grandpa hears some banging noises on the side of the house. He looks out the window and sees his grandson with a hammer, driving some weird-colored nails into the side of the house.
“Junior,what are you doing with those nails?”
Junior looks up at Grandpa, and replies.”These aren’t nails, Granpa, they’re worms!”
Sure enough, on closer look they are!
“Where did you get those from, boy? Worms are supposed to be soft and squishy, NOT hard and firm like that!”
“Oh, I made some stuff up with my chemistry set from Christmas, and tried it out on these worms. I did good,huh?”
You could see the wheels turning in the old guys’ head. “Say, Junior, you got any of that stuff left?”
“Sure,why?”
“Oh, let me borrow some, and if things go right, I’ll get you those new skates you wanted!”
“Oh,BOY! HERE YA GO!”
The next morning, Junior comes down stairs and sees a bright, shiny, new mountain bike sitting in the parlor with his name on it.
The happy boy runs into the kitchen where he sees his Grandpop.
“Gee Gramps, thanks for the swell bike, but I thought you said you’d get me skates?”
Gramps, with a sparkle in his eye,replies, “I’m going down to get them now. That bike is from your GRANDMA!”