Not Dada. Papa. Grandpa.
We had a swell time last week.
He taught me the finer points of wood hauling...
(Namely, don't drop it on your toes.)
And shoveling...
(Not so keen on the white stuff. Or maybe my expression is due to the fact I am sans coat.)
Ipad-ing...
(Elmo, elmo, elmo, elmo...)
Boot-wearing...
(Or not wearing.)
And even backwards dressing/Trenary Toast eating...
(When it was his turn to put my pants on.)
Silly Papa. I love you.
