Page Three girls, Gramma Skye edition
Who loves ya, baby.
Auntie Rachel reads the classics
Lil’ Monkey literally sucks the words out of her auntie’s mouth with her eyes, as she reads the beloved children’s classic about a duck’s near-fois gras adventures. I have renewed compassion for Scheherazade. There seem to be two kinds of weblog posters, the peripatetic, prolific types — the digital equivalents
Grampy reads
Our lucky darlin’ has two living grandfathers: my father, who lives nearby and who’s known as DadDad, and my beloved’s father, who lives far away in the Midwest, and is known as Grampy. He came to visit this past week, to the delight of all his grandkids. They love his