Congratulations on Filling His Socks with Jellybeans!

When he steps out of bed, your grandpa’s eyes will light up.  He’ll smile and look at you and laugh.

“Mah socks ah filled wif beeeeans,” he’ll moan.

You’ll nod and shrug at him.

“I wanted to make your birthday special,” you’ll tell him, placing your hand over his.

For a moment his grin will cement itself on his face.  Tears will well in his eyes and for a second, maybe less, maybe a fraction of a second, he’ll look like he remembers.  For once in his god damn life, he remembers something.

But it won’t last.  The issuance will dissolve – his eyes will glaze and as he wiggles his toes his smile will collapse.

“WHO THE FUCK PUT BEANS IN MY SOCKS!” he’ll scream, standing up and taking a swing at you.  You’ll duck it easily and grab him from behind, holding his arms tight while you whisper in his ear that everything is okay.  He’ll respond by calling you a ‘fucking kike’ for an hour and a half straight, stopping only when he passes out from exhaustion.

Congratulations on Filling His Socks with Jellybeans!