Honey's aunt and uncle are visiting for Easter from the DC area.
The uncle is 86. He reminds me a lot of my dad, Papa. He's also very tolerant of Captain Comic's early riser musings. I made a rule for Captain Comic not to wander downstairs and turn on the TV until 7:30am.
Just prior to 7:00, I awoke to this line of conversation wafting up the stairs:
Captain Comic: What about those drug-dealing pimps?
I didn't hear the uncle's response, but the tone of his voice was full of patience.