We were all sitting around the dinner table when my grandson looked at me with a serious face and asked,
“Grandpa… did you ever cheat on Grandma?”
The room went completely quiet.
I chuckled.
“Son, I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life.”
“I’ve been arrested once…”
“I’ve gotten into a few bar fights…”
“And I’ve made more bad decisions than I care to admit.”
The family laughed.
Then I added,
“But I never cheated on your grandma.”
My grandson looked surprised.
“Really? Why not?”
I leaned back in my chair and smiled.
“Because if I got arrested…”
“…I could post bail.”
“If I got into a fight…”
“…I’d eventually heal.”
He nodded.
Then I lowered my voice and said,
“But if your grandma ever caught me cheating…”
The whole table leaned in.
“…they wouldn’t waste time filing a missing-person report.”
A long pause.
Then I grinned.
“They’d just ask Grandma where she buried me.” 😂🤣
Grandma smiled sweetly from across the table…
…which somehow made my answer feel even more believable.
