Take A Chill Pill
"That you shortman?" Phil asked, hearing the front door open.
"Hey grandpa."
"How was school?"
"Well, Sid spent all morning freaking out about what he thought his grade on our math tests we were getting passed back today would be." Arnold began to explain.
"Sounds pretty normal to me. I don't know anyone who's ever been excited to discuss that topic." Phil replied.
"He was worried he missed the last question because he thought his four might have looked like a nine?" Arnold sighed.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I caught your dad cheating at Chinese checkers?" Phil asked.
Arnold rolled his eyes, knowing Phil was cheated on every time he played that game with another person.
"Uhh I think so."
"Well it's lesson obviously didn't stick with you, so you're going to hear it again. One day he asked me to play his brand new board game I had gotten him for his birthday. I was so excited to play the game with him. A real father son activity! After four or five moves, I went to get a glass of water." Phil continued, as Arnold leaned against the table uninterested.
"On my way back to the table, I saw your dad moving the pieces around!"
"So, you made him restart the game?"
"Why the heck would I do that? I just made him swap sides of the board with me." Phil said proudly.
"I don't think Sid would have been able to swap tests with someone, grandpa."
"Sure he would have, but that's not the point." the elderly man insisted.
"What is it then?" Arnold shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what lesson he could possibly be learning from this.
"That there's nothing wrong with being a little skeptical. Although that kid seems a bit more on the paranoid side."