Following a nice chilli dinner - you had chicken fries, your staple - you couldn't wait to show Grandpa how good you are at putting puzzles together.
After losing interest in the puzzles you demanded we all go downstairs. So, like the good minions we are, we followed.
Somehow, I ended up being in front of the firing squad as you handed Grandpa one of your rubber balls and mom another. Then, you lined up in the middle of them with a ball of your own.
After a "ready, set, go" from our little general I was pelted with a barrage of playground balls. You'd laugh and giggle then gather up all of the balls and hand them back to mom and Grandpa.
Everyone got the same balls. OCD much?
You got the biggest kick out of this and it happened over and over and over.
Then, your softer side showed, which forced a side of Grandpa I never saw growing up.
He sat down for a tea party. I repeat, he sat down for a tea party.
Keep in mind, he had three boys and in his nearly 58 years on this Earth he'd never been subjected to sitting at a small table and pretending to kick back some tea.
Until now! And you betcha I got photos.
We saw that masculine exterior of his melted away tonight.
Cheers to many more tea parties!
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