Silly J,
Sigh. Mom has not been on top of things with this blog. Sorry. But, because I know grandpa sneaks a peek occasionally, I had to share a little story. One that will make him smile, no doubt. You were reading a Dr. Seuss book earlier. Counting the number of fingers a certain creature had. Eleven. You told me that you have ten fingers. That EVERYONE has ten fingers. To which I agreed. But then I remembered: not grandpa. I told you that most people have ten fingers, but grandpa only has eight. "And nine toes". Yup. "Maybe we can call a fireman to come help grandpa have more". Dear J, it doesn't exactly work like that. But it's the thought that counts. I love you.
Love,
Mommy
