Getting the Right Things Done

Randall Nathan, [Retard], woke up with a strange feeling. "I haven't gotten anything done in days," he thought. "There's coffee to drink, and books to read, and walks to walk, and windows to stare out. It's been days since I've done any of..."

Then he remembered, which at his age is not automatic. The grandkids. They've been sick for four days, and home from school, and Randall and Claire have had them at their house, mostly playing table games.

Then a little smile crept across his face. He remembered when their own kids were that age, and how he longed for more time to spend with them before they grew up and went off and married someone totally unworthy of them, the way Claire had disappointed her parents by doing exactly that. But he had to work back then. Now he has time for kids.

He wrote, "Grandkids are the reward for not killing your children." He wrote it on the back of his hand, just in case he needed to consult it as the day wore on and he had to play one more round of Chinese checkers.