Grandboy is unhappy that I call him by his alter ego’s name. That would be “Mister Attcheu”.

As in “Mad Attcheu”

As in “Gwumpa! I’m Mad Attcheu”

Usually said with a frowny face.

Grandboy (holding up an old watch he found in the truck’s center console bin): Hey Gwumpa does this watch still work?

Me (looking over at the watch, noticing the second hand isn’t moving): No, it’s stopped. I think it needs a new battery.

Grandboy: Oh! Can I have it?

Me (thinking, “Awwww he wants to be like his grandpa”): Sure, will you take care of it?

Grandboy: Well, I wanted to crush it to see what would happen.

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Ok so maybe he’s a little more like me than I thought he’d be.