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Songs of Our Lives

Prologue

Courtney and Bobby walked up the driveway to their grandparents' door. After ringing the doorbell a man opened up and the children rushed in.

"Hi Grandpa!"

"Hi Courtney."

"Hey Grandpa!"

"Hey Bobby."

Before he knew it, the two children were in front of the television leaving their mother on the front step.

"Thanks for doing this dad. It means a lot to me."

"Ya sure you betcha sweetheart."

"I shouldn't be too long. The baby shower is only about 2 hours."

"Ok, well be careful. There's a storm coming in and it's supposed to be bad."

"I will dad. Thanks again!"

Jack O'Neill watched his daughter walk back down the driveway and give a final wave before getting into the car. He closed the door and looked at his grandchildren. He shook his head. What was the future going? All his grandkids wanted to do was watch TV or play video games. He had tried to get them to go fishing with him but they refused to go claiming it would be boring. Jack sighed and went back to his office to finish up some work.

The storm came in faster than expected and was pouring down within the hour. The satellite was knocked out and the children were growing restless.

"Bobby, stop hitting the television. It's not going to make it work again," Courtney told her brother.

"Yeah we at least I'm doing something. You're just sitting there."

Courtney sighed as her grandfather walked into the room to see what the commotion was all about.

"What's going on?"

"The satellite went out and there's nothing to do," Bobby remarked as he gave up and went to sit down on the couch.

"Well your mom should be back really soon so why don't you play a board game or something?"

"Dude, this sucks. Why did mom have to go to that stupid baby shower anyways?"

Jack was dumbstruck at the crude words coming from his 10 year old grandson but soon shook it off.

"Well at least your mom didn't drag you along with her."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You know what, that reminds me of a story."

"Really, what story?'

"Well the story of how I met your grandmother."

"Sounds like a sitcom."

"That's How I Met Your Mother, smart one."

Bobby gave his sister a look.

"Yeah well that's really cliché grandpa. Nice try."

"No. It's a good story actually."

"Sure, we'll take a rain check."

"Well, it's raining now. You got anything better to do?"

"Bobby, just let him tell the story and get it over with."

"Oh alright, go ahead grandpa. Tell us how you met grandma."