Across the Generations
The parents of one’s parents are called “Grandparents”. This interesting fact has been on my mind as of late, being that I have been having much concourse with Nana Pam, Papa Henry, and Grandma Pat. As it so happens, they are all my “Grandparents”. Who knew?
Papa Henry is the one with the mustache.
Papa Henry and I
Nana Pam is the one who always tells me what the animals say. Did you know that the cow goes “Moo!”?
Nana Pam and I
Grandma Pat is the one who plays the piano with me. Our recent compositions are quite challenging.
Grandma Pat and I
I did recently meet my Grandfather John, so I am told that this completes the “Grandparents”.
It is strange to think that such big people as my mother and father need mommies and daddies. Do these grandparents keep my parents from chewing on electrical cords too? I was hoping that such supervision would end some day.
