My grandad wanted to play charades, so I said “ok, you go first and I’ll try and guess.”
He drew a box in the air. “TV show” I said, grandad nodded.
He wiggled his ear. “Sounds like” I said, grandad nodded.
He tapped his chest. “Heart” I said, I could tell he was nervous as his face reddened, but he nodded in agreement.
He grabbed his chest and fell to the floor, he was lifeless and limp.
“ART ATTACK!” I yelled “your turn grandad.”