My grandson came into the kitchen looking panicked.
“Grandpa, have you seen my Stanley cup?”
“The really big one?”
I looked around and said,
“You mean that stainless-steel tank that looks like it belongs on a fire truck?”
He nodded excitedly.
“Yeah! That’s the one!”
“It keeps my ice frozen for almost two days!”
I stared at him for a second.
Then I asked,
“Son…”
“What exactly are you preparing for?”
“A weekend camping trip?”
“Crossing the Sahara?”
“Climbing Mount Everest?”
He rolled his eyes.
“No, Grandpa.”
“I’m just going to my room.”
I couldn’t help laughing.
“Your room?”
“The one with air conditioning…”
“…a gaming chair…”
“…a mini fridge…”
“…and Wi-Fi?”
He proudly replied,
“Yep.”
I shook my head.
“Son…”
“You’re a teenager…”
“…not a cowboy stranded in the Mojave Desert.”
Then I pointed toward the kitchen faucet.
“Drink from the sink like the rest of us.” 😂🤣
He grabbed his giant cup anyway…
Apparently hydration is serious business…
…when your biggest adventure is walking from the bedroom to the kitchen.
