by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
Grandma’s words were law, “Okay! If you can’t behave, go to bed!”
“But Grandma, it’s only 8 o’clock!”
“I warned you. If you can’t get along, go to bed.”
The argument among her grandsons was probably over something as earth-shaking as which of the two TV channels we wanted to watch or who got the big pillow on the sofa. Grandma was a