Little Johnny had just turned six and much to his parents' chagrin, had never spoken. Johnny's Grandpa, a well-known local poker player, was sympathetic to Johnny's plight, and would take Johnny with him whenever possible.
One regular bonding between grandpa and grandson was at the Elk's Club Saturday night straight poker game. Johnny would sit on Grandpa's lap and faithfully watch as Grandpa regularly cleaned out the town council members, local attorneys and judges. One Saturday night, Grandpa's cards were running bad. Nothing was working.
For the first time, it looked like Grandpa's famous winning streak was about to come to an end. Towards the end of the evening, furious at his run of bad luck, Grandpa folded and threw his cards on the pot in disgust. Johnny looked up at his grandpa and said,
"You shouldn't have folded, Grandpa."
Grandpa was stunned. "Johnny, you're six years old, and these are the first words you've ever spoken!"
Johnny looked at Grandpa and said, "Well, up 'til now, you've been playing just fine." |
