Grandpa K

Every time we'd sit down to eat lunch at Grandma and Grandpa K's, Grandpa was the entertainment. He didn't know this, of course, but he was the entertainment even if an intriguing conversation was being carried on. No matter the meal, he'd mix everything up into one pile of sludge, then he'd eat it with toast. Whenever he chewed, his hearing aids would ring with every chomp, and we'd say, "Grandpa, your hearing aids are squeaking!" And he'd say, "eh?" And he would continue
chewing and eating.