Showing the littleun how to early vote in the primaries

“Gwumpa, what you doing? Gwumpa, what you doing? What you doing, Gwumpa? Gwumpa, what you doing?

Are you done? Are you done? Are you done? Gwumpa, you done yet? Are you done?

Gwumpa where are you? Where are you Gwumpa? Gwumpawhere are you?

Where you go, Gwumpa?”

The kid’s a natural. Sounds more and more like me these days at work, haha.

Hmmm

When grandpa teaches colors:

“Which one is the blue one? C’mon you know this; someday your life may depend on it”

Tues night exercise class:

1. Climb on the couch, with grandkid in lap

2. Start up “Assassin’s Creed II”

3. Have Ezio Auditore da Firenze climb to a very very very high point

4. Find the jumpy spot on the high point and, naturally, make Ezio jump

5. Shout EEEEAAAAAGLLLLE as he somersaults into a wagon of hay

6. AGAIN, do it again, gwumpa

NO THROWING THE BALL IN THE HOUSE

Unless of course you are grandpa, throwing the ball against the wall and pinging some grandchild with it

Repeatedly

Just came back from taking the littleun roller skating. Or, as he calls it, “Rhoda skaping”.

And momma even survived the experience.

Although I thought she was going to need heart pills when he started jumping, trying to twist in the air, and land sideways on his skates…

A rabbit?

A ribbon?

A robot?

A ribbet?

A rivet?

A reuben?

A robin?

A webbing?

A wedding?

Still not sure what the grandboy is saying