Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Things That Come Out of Those Little Mouths

make me happy.


This afternoon Byrdie was wrestling with her grandfather and about to nail him in the back with an elbow drive when I piped in and sternly told her, "Be gentle."

She stopped, looked me straight in the eye and asked,


"Why? Because he's your father?".

 Well, at least I know she's getting a handle on the ol' family tree.

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