Grandpa’s singing at the top of his lungs right over Claire’s bedroom where she is sleeping in late. Yesterday, Robert set his clock ahead because he has been dilly-dallying at bedtime instead of brushing his teeth. So this morning when it was really 9:00 (the usual time he gets up), he thought is was 9:15, so he started in on his vocal exercises!
Ugh! I am not ready for this.
A few days later, Grandpa told me that Robert had set his watch ahead. I don’t how he found out but he did.
“Why did he do that?” he asked asked me.
“Because you keep dilly-dallying at bedtime,” I said.
“No, I don’t.” he said.
“Well, good,” I said. “You stick to the schedule, and I’ll give back your 15 minutes.
Watching the Republican Convention with Grandpa. A country western singer comes on and Grandpa asks me if I remember Mario Lanza (not sure if I follow that train of thought, Grandpa). Now John McCain is on, and Grandpa says, “He’s banging Obama!” LOL
I love my men! Robert and Eric are giving Grandpa a shower (I’m staying clear – the joking by those two is ridiculous and I am NOT going to repeat them all for Grandpa)! Anna said, “Poor, grandpa, he’s got two of them now.” Double the fun.
The late night merry-makers have returned for a dinner of chuck roast, potatoes, carrots, and gravy. Love the noise, the laughter and the brother-sister jesting! Dinner no matter what time of night is a joyful occasion!