“Grandpa?” the young boy said hopefully. “Can you tell me the story?”

“Which story, Billy?” the wizened old man said kindly.

“You know the one,” Billy replied. “The one about the founding of the League of Even More Awesome than the League of Awesomeness.”

“Oh, that one!” the grandfather said with a smirk. “Well, it all started one day, with a man. A great man. A man by the name of Andy.”

“Like those tiny mints?”

“No! Not Andies. Andy. Like Andy Rooney.”

“Who’s Andy Rooney?”

“He’s an old man like me who likes to complain about things.”

“Why does he do that?”

“Because, that’s really the only thing old people can do.”

“Oh. So Andy formed the League of Even More Awesome than the League of Awesomeness so he could complain about things?”

“No! That was the Great Andy! I’m talking about Andy Rooney!”

“Why are you talking about him? I asked you to tell me the story about the League of Even More Awesome than the League of Awesomeness!”

“I’m trying to!”

“Not very well, grandpa.”

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!”