I get a kick out of watching the Kid hang out with both of his grandpas. Everybody always gets a little goofy in a way that tickles my heart.
This weekend, there was much running about and bumping of fists. ("Bump it!" is the Kid's new "thing", which--come to think of it--was taught to him by his "honorary grandpa", Sweet Husband's Nice Boss.) While moms and dads have to sometimes set limits on the number of fist bumps that can be given in an hour, luckily, grandpas have no such limitations--a fact that the Kid exploited to the max!
But the Kid wasn't the only one who benefited from the company. Pa was, of course, happy to help chase and corral the Kid as we played and ran errands on Saturday, so this mama got a little break too.
This afternoon, several hours after my dad had left to catch his plane, the Kid looked up at me quizzically and said, "Pa?"
"Sorry bub, we can't talk to him tonight, but I promise we will soon."