When I was in Escanaba, Grandma couldn't get enough of me. She took a lot of pics. I felt like a model.
First, on the deck. Check out my Picasso . . .
And on her bed . . .
On Mom's bed . . .
On the deck, where we ate dinner . . .
In Mom's old doll crib (where I hung out when they were eating) . . .
On Grandpa's chair (I'm trying to make the face he makes when Mom asks for money) . . .
And in the sink, during one of my many baths . . .
Like I said, I felt like a model.
