Grandpa came to visit last week. The boys were so excited and had a blast playing with him, jumping on him, climbing on him, tackling him...you get the picture.
Grandpa told me a funny story about a question B posed to him. Grandpa was in his room changing and B barged into the room, encountering the aforementioned in his birthday suit. (B does not believe in privacy. In his mind, there are no rooms in this house.) Anyway, B saw Grandpa in the nude and I guess he checked out the goods.
"Grandpa," B questioned innocently. "Why do you have hair on your penis?" Grandpa tried not to laugh and did not answer the question.
Fortunately, Grandpa told me so that I might record this for posterity.
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4 comments:
Didn't Brody really ask, "Grandpa, where's your penis?"
Ethan,
That sounds more accurate...but since these things are hereditary, aren't you insulting yourself as well? I'm just saying.
It skips a generation. Grandpa Jake was huge.
I have to admit, I did just laugh out loud. I'm a little bit afraid to ask how you know Grandpa's size, since you were like one when he passed away. You must have a fantastic memory.
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