Labor Day has passed and children are “back to school” already. A teacher
asked her 2nd grade students to share a story about their summer. This one
was entitled “MY RETARDED GRANDPARENTS” and caught my eye. And NO, it was
NOT written by any of MY precious grandchildren.
“We always like to spend the summers with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to
live in a big brick house in Wisconsin, but Grandpa got retarded and they
moved to Arizona. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to
look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags
because they don’t know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all okay now, and do exercises there, but they don’t do
them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but all they do in it is jump
up and down with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He
watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out! They go
cruising by in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And I guess they eat the same thing
every night – early birds. Some of the people can’t get out past the man in
the doll house. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked
center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked hard all his life to earn his retardment
and says I should work hard at school so I can be retarded someday too. When
I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.”
Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”