Over the last year of the Pint’s residence with us, David has been griping off and on about being “chopped liver” to Anthony in comparison to Jessica and me. Lately, however, he has been a gloating fiend. Grampa is numero uno in Pint-sized eyes and, although he hasn’t emotionally abandoned the rest of us, we all know with whom he truly wants to spend his time.
Grampa and Anthony read together, swim together, and go to the playground together. They are a great buddy story in the making.
Joyfully sharing a club chair, they watch football together.
Showing great skill and precision, they practice synchronized drinking together. Hmmm... can one practice synchronized drinking alone? If this was an Olympic sport, these two would be serious contenders for the gold. For now though, Grampa and Pint will continue to practice on schedule each Sunday afternoon.
Very early this morning, after hearing a stirring Pint around 2 am, Grampa went to check on him in the bedroom he shares with Jessica. Upon seeing the man otherwise known as Hunky Husband, the Pint-Sized Fan slid out of bed with Jessica (she had brought him there to quiet him down and get him back to sleep) and ran toward Grampa.
“Take him,” Jessica grumpily remarked. “All he keeps saying is Grampa, Grampa, Grampa.”
Methinks someone else is feeling a bit liver-ish now.