November 15, 2020

So, you know, just hanging out, taking about things. The usual stuff that I do with babies.

Yeah, I’m bad about that. There’s a reason every single person in my family calls me a “baby hog.” If there’s a baby, they need to be with me. I hear them ask for me. I’m the only one, but that’s what I hear.

Jeremiah is the same way. I heard him ask for grandpa, grampus, Gramps or whatever he’6 going to call me. I’ve already decided that he gets to decide what to call me. Today, it was Timothy. In my head, that is.

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