Little old lady. Sleeping. Me: puts a chocolate in her mouth. Time passes Her: W

Little old lady. Sleeping.

Me: puts a chocolate in her mouth.

Time passes

Her: Wakes up. Suppresses a smile. Eats chocolate.

Me: laughing. (This is how I make her go to bed).

Her: “When you get to the pearly gates…”

Me: “Every court needs a jester. Wait till you hear what I have planned for god”.

Her: (eye roll).