Thunder, the Sound of a Slumbering Giant

He was snoring again. Sure, it'd been a long day, we'd been working hard. But couldn't he at least go sleep in his bed? We were trying to watch a movie, do you know how hard it is to watch _Godzilla_ when your grandfather's louder than the monster?

Well, we thought we'd just ignore him, we thought we'd just increase the volume a bit. Turn it up so we can hear the screams of terror, but instead he just began to snore louder. More volume, more snoring, yet more volume and it was sounding like a sawmill in there. Or at least that's what the neighbors said when they came pounding on our door. We're terribly sorry, we'll see what we can do about it.

Great, not only can we not see the movie, but our neighbors are upset with us. Well then, on to plan B, time to wake the slumbering giant.. err.. grandfather. We tried everything we could. Gentle nudges that became increasingly rough, yelling in his ear. Ice cubes, shaving cream, an elf named Bob. Ok, maybe not the elf, but if we could have found one he couldn't have done much either. Through it all the snoring continued.

It became a game, we forgot the movie. It wasn't until I was older that I realized how much fun grandpa had playing with us. It wasn't until I was older that I realized grandpa was playing with us.