My Poppy, as he is affectionately known, is quite the devil. He turned 87 this past summer, and although he seems a bit shorter and shuffles a bit more slowly than he did at 86, his sense of humour has yet to leave him. He is a constant source of entertainment for my cousins and I, and continually reinforces the notion that you simply cannot take the man out in public.
Some of his comments and stories are definitely not "blog-appropriate", for fear of alienating entire social groups from reading this. Others are simply comedic genius, and it would be almost sacrilegious for me NOT to pass along.
Enjoy.
Uncle Peter picked Poppy up one morning, probably to take him to an appointment, or maybe even just a Sunday drive. Peter noticed that Poppy's pants were taking in some air, the zipper suffering a vertical-malfunction. Uncle Peter turned to Poppy and said,
"Dad, you might want to close the barn door before all the horses get out."
Poppy's reply,
"It'd be pretty hard for them to get out if they can't get up."
Oh my God the sense of humour on him! haha
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