Meow

We are getting ready to leave for
our road-trip and upstairs I can hear YM yelling at Dadman at
the top of his lungs.

I wince and stay hidden in my room, not
because YM has ever yelled at me
but because if I go out, I'd be tempted to give him
one back-hand.

Later I creep into the kitchen to make YM
his sandwich for the car ride
Dadman comes and stands beside me,
getting the cat food out
I ask him what YM was yelling about, he shrugs
then he leans over my shoulder
"Put cat-food in his sandwich" he whispers.

I laugh.

Later I tell the whole family about this
"Really, I don't see why you didn't" says granpa
"I don;t know how you put up with him!"