They came over the other day and he had some pictures that he had colored at daycare. He had a few of a giraffe. One was a real good picture. The giraffe was the right color. On one of the other ones the giraffe was nearly all red. I asked him why he colored the giraffe red. He said that the giraffe was red because that was blood where he was killing it. I asked him where he heard that at. He said he saw his dad playing a game on the computer.
BTW... This is the same dad that drinks beer, smokes and is always *itching about everything.
So after dinner he asked if I wanted to wrestle. I told him I did not but we could go outside and walk around. When we got out there he said.. "Papaw, you wanna play scrambled egg brains" I said "Nah, let's not play that anymore because that's not a thing little kids should hear. So we just walked around the property looking at nature stuff.
The sad part is that she's going to have another baby in November. I was kinda hoping that I may be able to fit in more with this one. But it seems like the more I do the more I get pushed back. I'm not going to worry too much about it. I'll make myself scarce if I have to. I do have some joy of knowing one day my daughter will have a kid and I'll have my own grandchild.
: )