In the end, it was just a matter of getting the rear end in gear.
If Grampa were here, he'd be tickled (and he'd be on the floor giving Jimmy big elephant kisses on his wee belly and filling our little Thai house with hilarious giggles).
Friday, April 13, 2007
Lucky Day
It's turns out that Friday the 13th is a lucky day, after all. My grandfather, Jimmy (after whom we named Little) used to think it was a very unlucky day. When he was young, he broke his arm hand-cranking a car on Friday the 13th. The engine took and kicked the hand crank, giving him a good whack. But, today three generations later, little Jimmy K. learned to crawl.
In the end, it was just a matter of getting the rear end in gear.
If Grampa were here, he'd be tickled (and he'd be on the floor giving Jimmy big elephant kisses on his wee belly and filling our little Thai house with hilarious giggles).
In the end, it was just a matter of getting the rear end in gear.
If Grampa were here, he'd be tickled (and he'd be on the floor giving Jimmy big elephant kisses on his wee belly and filling our little Thai house with hilarious giggles).
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