Afton was on a roll this evening, having fun with her granddad. For your information, Granddad wears aviator-style glasses in the evening and has a mustache.
Incident #1: Granddad walked in the door as we were eating dinner. Afton grabbed the crust of her garlic toast and put it across her upper lip. "Look!" she cried cheerfully. "I'm just like Granddad!"
Incident #2: As Afton walked into Nana and Granddad's room to say goodnight, the first thing she said was "Granddad, you have funny glasses." Granddad is going to the optometrist very soon.
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Tell it like it is, girl!
I love that girl! I am trying to look like her..can you tell by my blog? Miss you guys!
Okay. This is so weird. First, let me apologize for being so behind. We've been having so much weird chaos in our lives that I haven't been able to get close to the computer for months. I still love you. I just have to do it with good thoughts.
Second: Kev and I never had a grandfather. We knew about them, but since both had died before we were born, they weren't a substantial part of our lives. And they were known as Daddy Jim and Daddy Charlie.
Our mother's mother was Nana. She was such a character, such a huge presence (kind of a pun there, considering her profound roundness) that she pretty much branded that Nana name for me forever. She took out her teeth at night. Smoked packs of cigarettes. Put her hair up in tiny little curlers and wore a hairnet when she went to bed. And she watched soap operas. Oh, and liked pepper on her food.
And had a southern accent. And never listened to a word you said. And had her own bedroom in our house, and her own bath. Like I said. She made a big impression on me.
THird: leave it to my father to insist on being GrandDad instead of the Grandpa so many people answer to. I don't blame him. Pa and Ma are terms that really pretty much turn me off cold. Too much like toothless hillbillies for me. So the Granddad thing worked for me. But there again, my dad pretty much branded that one for me - a guy with a tool belt and a sarcastic sense of humor who doesn't really like hanging with little kids that much.
So when you say that Afton was hanging with Nana and Granddad, it pretty much freaks me out. I have to stop and remember where you are and remember who you are talking about. And then I get weirded out all over again. It's kind of fun actually, getting weirded out that way . .
Just thought you'd like to know what kind of impact you are having on some of your audience, here -
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