Grandson Elijah is hanging out with me part time this week until his stint at Mother's Day Out starts next week. He looks like Mr. Tough Guy in this pic.
Had his "wife beater" undershirt on today. He gets a kick out of saying that. He also gets a kick out of those old Fisher Price Little People.
Twelve car pile up on Elijah Highway. Circus train involved. Massive Little People casualties. Somebody call 911.
Checking out the Ziploc bags of old toys his mom played with. Sometimes he runs across something interesting.
"Hey! It's E.T.!" he says, seeming amazed by that discovery. We watched that movie while we were in Florida recently.
He picked ChickFil-a for lunch. We checked out the giant watermelon sitting there.
Pay a dollar and guess the watermelon's weight. Money goes to a charity--I forget what. Maybe less than fifty but more than twenty five? Who knows. Just don't touch it or sit on it, please.
"Lick. Lick. Lick," as Steve would be thinking in the Cloudy w/Meatballs movie. I get a kick out of the Solaris color setting on my cell phone camera. And it's always a kick spending the day with my favorite Little Man, although he's not so little these days. Don't grow up too fast, Elijah!
