Awww how sweet. Grandson gave me a kiss before his noontime nap.

O wait, now he’s kissing the dog, his toys, and his tonka truck.

So it’s not an exclusive club I’m in, haha

Saturday morning. I’m working on my project which is due on Monday morning in Austin.

The grandson is nearby, playing with his armada of cars, arranging and rearranging them in neat lines in what i presume are strategic positions.

He stands back, critiques the scenario, and makes slight adjustments to the ranks as he sees fit. Then he maneuvers the cars and sometimes crashes them into each other. But not always, just sometimes, and only under certain (unknown to me) conditions.

He’s jabbering away to himself, occasionally giving orders to the drivers in the cars using whatever magical language it is he speaks these days. I hear his playing punctuated by the occasional “boom”, “waah”, “uh oh”, and “you ok?” now and again.

Suddenly out of seemingly nowhere, he DJ-drops a perfect “Dr Evil” BWAHAHAHA laugh into the mix.

I don’t know whether or not to be impressed or scared. Probably a little of both.