Fix is a Suffix

My grandmother has left for the weekend.

I walk into the living room and my grandfather has the television screen frozen on Bill O’ Reilly’s face, with the actual television show playing in a small frame in the bottom left hand corner. I asked him what he was doing, to which he replied “eating an enchilada… no a burrito.” I said “No, what is this?” and gestured to the television. He had no idea what I was talking about.