While we are standing there, watching Ernie play the board game and rake in big piles of play money towards himself, a mother and her son walk past where we are standing.
"You were very disrespectful to Your Grampa today," the mother scolds the kid.
The kid shrugs, "Yeah, I know," he admits, "But my horseshoe was closer to the peg, what did Grand-dad mean when he threatened to wash my mouth with Soup? Didn’t he mean Soap?"
The mother smiles just a bit, "Have you ever heard of Pounder-Drop-Soup?"
The kid almost breaks stride, "Is that anything like Pounder-Pancakes?"
The Mother nods affimratively.
Widens his eyes a bit, as he says, "Grand-dad sure takes his horse-shoes seriously."