“A Little Boy’s Strange Re.quest

A little boy comes running into the room and says,

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Can you make a sound like a frog?”

The Grandpa says, “I don’t know, why?”

The little boy says,

“Because grandma says as soon as you croak, we can go to Disneyland!”

A little boy comes running into the room, his face lit up with excitement. He bursts through the door, skidding to a stop in front of his grandpa, and says, “Grandpa! Grandpa! Can you make a sound like a frog?”

Grandpa looks up from his newspaper, puzzled. “I don’t know, why?”

The little boy’s eyes widen as if he’s about to share a big secret. “Because Grandma says as soon as you croak, we can go to Disneyland!”

Grandpa’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Wait, what?”

The little boy, clearly not understanding the confusion, nods eagerly. “Yeah! She says once you croak, we’ll be on our way to the happiest place on Earth!”

Grandpa stares at him for a moment, then bursts into laughter. “Oh, my! So that’s what she meant by croak?! I thought she was referring to my singing voice!”

The little boy looks disappointed for a second, but then his face lights up with a new idea. “Wait! Can you at least pretend to croak? Like ribbit?”

Grandpa, shaking his head, chuckles. “Sure, I can do that. But just so you know, I think Grandma has her own plans for croaking.”

The little boy frowns, confused. “What do you mean?”

Grandpa winks. “I’ll give you a hint—there’s a nice big pillow with my name on it, and I’m not planning on using it anytime soon!”

The boy giggles, but then pauses, thinking. “So… if Grandma doesn’t think you’ll croak, does that mean we don’t get to go to Disneyland?”

Grandpa laughs again. “Well, let’s just say, we’ll go to Disneyland either way—but I think I’ll stick to ribbits rather than croaking for now!”

The little boy grins, and they both start hopping around the room making frog sounds, all while Grandma in the other room mutters, “I’ll believe it when I see it…”