Reversal

In some ways it was a sick perversion. I, the father, stood by laughing as she, the grandmother, struggled through endless Cinderella reenactments. "No, Grammy, you forgot to say your line." "No stand here, Grammy." "Now you're the mouse."

I laughed--evil, ungrateful son--and read the newspaper. THE NEWSPAPER! I'm home, and I'm reading the newspaper! How can I keep from singing?

But am I not occupying the grandparent's role, I wondered. Nevermind, I have a newspaper to read. And she's doing a fine job as the prince...fairy godmother...evil stepmother...