My grandfather was a great joker and humorist. He went through the war and received prizes. He spoke of his deeds only with humor. I didn’t especially like to tell, but when I started to remember, my stomachs broke.

I remember once he brought us a square egg in the morning. Ordinary but square. I thought it was a joke, it wasn’t really so. Broken, and from there the yellow ordinary sunfall. Is it like that?? to

I came to school, I told the boys, the story quickly reached the teacher. I tell the teacher that yes, indeed my grandfather brings square eggs for breakfast. Everyone was surprised. Only the teacher spoke the phrase, which only after a year I understood: I wish I could see the eyes of a chicken when she laid such an egg.
The teacher promised that I would bring such an egg - believe me, and not - would consider it a simple talk. I came upset and immediately to my grandfather with the question: “How?” Grandpa laughed, shrugged his eyes and cried satisfied. Then I confessed. It turns out, the fresh only decomposed egg he carefully rolled into a child's plastic broken cube, there the shell very quickly hardened and a almost accurate square with rounded edges was obtained.
For a long time, the baby’s buttocks were sick after the morning sickness. My sister and I were chasing the chicken to get rid of it faster. They were afraid to miss and wanted to speed up the appearance of the first fresh testicles.
I came to school with a square egg, and the poop quickly heals in childhood)))

My grandfather and my sister also made 50 penny coins from an aluminum spoon. I still remember how my hands trembled when I gave the seller a coin: “All!He picked up the ice cream and ran away quickly. It was in a village where everyone knew each other. My grandfather was a joke. Sitting here sometimes on the weekend at the table under the cherry and let the spoon be knocked on one side, on the other. The forehead wipes out, hard work half a spoonful to do. The spoon became round and flat. He asked me and my sister to bring a drink. We ran into the house for a glass of cold water. And when they ran, the grandfather was already on the table with a fresh half-point and laughed.

I am 60, and I still remember how my hands trembled in the store... The shit was a grandfather, a big joke!