Our Italian Family...

Germans and Italians are pretty different...My family is mostly German, and Daune's in more Italian - like from Little Italy in NYC. I find Italians to be amusing, especially Daune's Grandpa. They live right here in town, but we only see them once every few months. This is in part because they can't hear and we get tired of yelling...and also because Grandpa likes to kiss on the lips, and I'm not such of fan of that. When I met him I had to explain that I wouldn't even kiss Duane until he gave me an engagement ring, so there's no way I'm going to kiss grandpa, but I will give him a hug.

Anyway, Duane's grandma recently fell, and was put in a nursing home, so we went to visit her. As we were leaving, his Grandpa handed Duane a children's book about bears, "could you take this home for me?"

Duane recognized the book and said, "is this one you used to read to me as a kid?"
Grandpa: no
Duane: why is this here?
Grandpa: I don't know, it was just in the room.
Duane: Wait, are you trying to get me to steal this book?
Grandpa: It's not stealing
Duane: But it's not ours
Grandpa: But it will be ours if you make it out of here with it
Duane: We don't even need a children's book
Grandpa: Just hold on to it, you might need it someday
Duane: No Grandpa, I'm not stealing a children's story book out of a nursing home