You are the derpiest of all of your friends. This is not an opinion, it is a fact. A cold, hard, loveable fact. Your best bro is the coolkid, your other best friend is really smart and your ecto-sister is the drive. You, the friendleader, try to gently guide them on their way and encourage them at every turn.
Now, you've done some silly things, no doubt, but you think you've come a long way. Like when you were younger, you thought all of Dad's harlequims were secretly alive and only played while you were sleeping. Not to mention they delivered his Batter Witch supplies and would always knock on your window at night. This thought makes you shudder even now, and you quickly set it aside.
Not all of your misunderstandings as a kid were so hair-raising, however. Your favorite one was probably about Nana and Papa! Oh, how you used to love them.
In reality, you never got to meet them (unless you count Nana's creepy sprite, which is not a thing that you do) but when you were younger, you would always come up with stories about them. Your Dad refused to speak of them and would always offer you cake when you brought them up because he knew you'd leave it at that.
You would always watch the other kids with their grandparents and decided there must be a really awesome reason yours weren't around. From a young age, you knew the urn on top of the fireplace as Nana. It wasn't until later that you realized this was because her ashes were contained in the vase, not because she was the vase.
Papa, though.. you always liked him more. He would sit in the dark of the night and keep a gentle rhythm for you to sleep to. Even when the power went out during some of the bad storms and you were scared witless, you could always run to him and he would take you in, humming the same deep hum with the echoing Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
It was obvious why you'd have made this connection; it was a Grandfather Clock, after all. If Nana could be a vase, then by gosh Papa could be a clock!
And this was how you spent your childhood. You never noticed the way your Dad would give you troubled looks when you ran to the big old oak Grandfather Clock for reassurance, or how he would sigh when you asked the Vase on the fireplace to tell you a story. You think you remember him also saying you once asked it to bake you some cookies after one of your friends brought 'grandma's home made cookies' to school.
They were some really good cookies, too.
And you can't help but smile over it all. Even when the game gets you down or Casey just won't stop glubbing, you just think back to Papa and hum along to the loving song he'd sing you at the top of every hour.
John, Nana and Dad all belong to Andrew Hussie. Little Boy Blue (cover) was done by Johnny Cash. The writing is mine. Reveiws are much appreciated and always make me smile!