Chapter 1
"It's me, Theodore "The Beaver" Cleaver. Except for a short time when I was married, I've always lived in Mayfield. Times sure have changed. My son, Oliver lives in Upstate New York with his wife and two daughters. My oldest son, Kip also still lives in Mayfield, now divorced. Kip's son, my grandson, Kyle, is 26-years-old and also lives in Mayfield with his two children, my great-grandchildren, 10-year-old Kevin and 7-year-old Kylie. I'm still living in my childhood home, which I inherited when my mother passed away. This is the story of "The Cleavers".
Beaver sat on his couch looking at his phone with a confused look.
"How on Earth do I do this?" Beaver asked himself out loud.
The doorbell rang.
"It's open!" Beaver hollered.
Kyle walked into the house and entered the living room. As he entered, he carried a briefcase. Beaver noticed the suit he wore.
"Hello, Grandpa Beaver," Kyle said.
"Hey, Kyle," Beaver said. "Totally rad suit."
"It's 2020," Kyle said. "Please don't say rad."
"Okay," Beaver said.
"Anyway, I came to tell you that Neddie and I got the theater," Kyle said. "Way below asking price."
"Are you sure restoring the theater is going to make people want to buy it?" Beaver asked. "Especially with that huge theater that just opened up."
"We're making it into a coffee shop," Kyle replied.
"I still can't believe you went into business with a Haskell," Beaver said.
Kyle sat down next to Beaver.
"Actually, I went to the meeting without him," Kyle replied. "I sent him on a wild goose chase."
"Good job," Beaver said.
"Neddie Haskell is my best friend, but I feel like he's sometimes a bad influence on me," Kyle said. "Though, I'm the one who had two children by the time I was 20."
"Hey," Beaver said. " Can you show me how to work this phone? I'm trying to open a Facebook account."
"Sure," Kyle said. "First you need to go to the App Store."
"I'll get my keys," Beaver said.
"Grandpa," Kyle said. "The App Store is on your phone."
"Oh," Beaver said.
Meanwhile, Kevin sat in his fourth grade classroom. His teacher, Mrs. Kingston stood in front of the class to make an announcement.
"Class," Mrs. Kingston said. "I have an exciting announcement. In six months, I'm going to have a baby."
"You're pregnant?" Kevin asked.
"How old are you?" a girl in the class asked.
Mrs. Kingston laughed.
"I'm 26," Mrs. Kingston replied.
"That's how old my father is," Kevin said.
"Wait," the girl said. "Aren't you 10?"
"Yes," Kevin replied.
"That means your father was 16 when you were born!" a boy in the class shouted.
"He was," Kevin said. "So was my mom."
The students in the classroom pointed and laughed.
"Class," Mrs. Kingston said sternly. "That's quite enough."
Kevin got up and ran out of the classroom.
