Not unlike the Happy Days legend, “Fonz”, my grandfather still has a way with the ladies- Not only is his youthful (though dignified) trophy wife still smitten by his timeless witticisms and refreshingly clean Baptist jokes, but his great-grand daugther has also fallen prey to his charms, albeit reluctant to relinquish anything chew-worthy during the entertainment(Unending teething is the best!). Most striking, however, is not his celebrated scorpio necktie or ubiquitous plaid shirts, but rather the unique privilege and honor it is to share my baby with such a venerable and iconic patriarch AND matriarch. This is more thrilling than even a “goody bag” or a Roy Roger’s excursion!
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She is looking more and more like Jason every day. It's crazy! Also, way to whip out octegenarian. You don't find many uses for that one.
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