The family is gathered around the dining room table eating dinner. Mommy has made pasta. Jude, who Mommy thinks isn’t fat enough, has already eaten one enormous bowl of pasta and about 4 slices of Italian bread soaked in sauce.
But you barely ate any of your second bowl of pasta.
But I don’t want any more. I want ice cream.
Oh no, you can’t have ice cream if you don’t eat more of your pasta. It’s not balanced.
Tell you what, if you eat half of the bowl, you can have a nice big bowl of ice cream.
And if you eat the whole entire bowl of pasta, then you can eat ALL the ice cream you want.
All the ice cream I want?!
Yes. Because then it’ll be balanced. It’s all about balance.
Balance is very important.
Oh yes. You have to balance the food with the dessert. However much food you eat,
then that’s how much dessert you can eat. It’s very important to balance or your
tummy gets very angry.
It get’s angry? What does your tummy do if it gets angry?
Oh you don’t wanna know. It’s very bad.
(ponders this for a moment, then turns to Gretchen)
Mom? Is that true?
Jude thinks a moment more, then eats all his pasta and Mommy gives him two huge bowls of chocolate ice cream.
It's all about the balance.
Jude and Gretchen sit in the den with Pop. Pop stands up and begins.
(acting it out as he goes)
Jude, let me tell you a story about your old Grampa. It was back in 1944 when
I was with the Brooklyn Braves. I was only 17, but I was a player AND the manager.
All the guys on our team was just kids, cause you know, all the older men was off fighting
in the war. But most of the other teams had grown men on ‘em. Nobody could believe that
we were just kids and we had a winning season. So this one game, we got to the park
to play, and the other team says to me “Where’s your manager, kid?” and I says
“I’m the manager.” And they says “But you’re just a kid!” and I says “I’ve been the
manager for 3 years now!” So they said “Well, we usually like to make a little bet
on the side, how’s $50?” cause you see they figured it’s a bunch of kids, we’ve got this
one sewn up. So I says "$50 is a little rich for our blood. How’s about $25?"
So they says “you’re on kid.” Cut to, we’re in the bottom of the 9th, and they are
slaying us. It’s pathetic - 11 to 1. Two outs. I come up to bat. I crack one and
it’s a home run. Okay, so now it’s 11 to 2. Then our next 5 guys get up to bat and
each of them gets a base hit. 11 to 4. Then I’m up to bat again. AGAIN I hit a home run!
It’s 11 to 8! The next 3 guys get base hits. The bases are loaded again. And Bennie
gets up to bat. Did you ever meet Bennie, Gretch? No? Bennie was a great guy,
and the best hitter we had. I was a good hitter, but Bennie was the best. What
does he do? He hits a home run out of the park and we win 12 to 11! And we won the
$25, which would be about like $500 nowadays. It was a great night. So you
remember that about your old Grampa.
Pop sits down in his chair and eats his ice cream. Jude ponders a moment, then turns to Gretchen.
Mom? Is that true?
Because grandparents and the truth are a relative thing.