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<<the only reason I cried was because I thought I had "broke grandpa". I think my head may have hurt a little....but I mostly cried 'cause I thought i broke my grandpa.>>
Heh this reminds me of a story my mother used to tell me. My grandfather was a very buttoned-down, business-suit, manly man type of guy and apparently holding babies/kids made him really nervous. He'd tolerate it for a few seconds before passing the child off to the nearest female at hand. At least he did until the day his eldest granddaughter crawled into his lap and, upon his invitation that she go sit elsewhere, tearfully looked up at him and cried, "What's da matter, gimpa? Don't you wuv me no more?"
GM Reexa
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Currently Reading: A Taste of Christmas by various authors; The Valentine Legacy by Catherine Coulter; Daring Moves by Linda Lael Miller
heh, reminds me of my kid sister (who's now officially barred from dating, by the way). When she was about 3 or so, we had a wedding or other big family event and Grandpa's twin brother and his wife were in town. They were staying with Grandma and Grandpa, and every Wednesday we visit them when they aren't wintering in Florida. My sister met Uncle Donald for the very first time and mistook him for Grandpa. Then the "real" Grandpa came out and my sister's eyes got as big as saucers and she squealed, "I HAVE TWO GRAMPAS!" It was like Christmas all over again.
J'Lo, no that other one
J'Lo, no that other one
