Legacy

“Grace, I’m driving you to Aunty Tara’s Christmas Party tonight, and if I get drunk you’ll be driving me home.”

“Papa, I’m only fourteen.”

“Great! If we get stopped by the cops, they can’t take away your licence because you don’t have one. They can’t take something you don’t have.”

By this time I’m getting the stink eye from daughter Becky, Grace’s mother.

“Hey cut me some slack here. In fifty years time Grace will be a Grandmother and she’ll be able to tell her Grandkids. “You think I am crazy? You should have met my Grandfather!”

Becky just shook her head.

“Come on! I’m building my legacy here!”

“Merry Christmas Dad.”

“Merry Christmas Beck. Besides, we’d have to put blocks on the gas and brake pedals so her feet would reach.”

“Lord help us, everyone.”