Jaci Dawn

Mom-mom visited her little blond grandboys today. She learned all kinds of interesting things about “Bawb Bawbub” (I’m told that means “Bob the Builder”). She met the new lizard, a Chinese Water Dragon named “Starbucks”. (Do you have to add the ™ when you name a pet with a Trademark?) She fielded a dozen inquiries about where “Buppy” was (home, in his kennel, where he belongs).

Gamma (who is the same as Mom-mom, it just depends on who is doing the talking) took her camera.

“Take a pitcher of my hand, Gamma”

Silent, like Harpo Marx, the middle child poses his hand, too.

“Take a pitcher of us, Gamma!”

Harpo sticks out his tongue.

“Take a pitcher of me and Eli, Gamma.”

Very generous of you to include Eli, Z.

Harpo is silently praising himself for the tongue-sticking-out strategy. Smile, Mom-mom!

“Look, Gamma! I’m a fish!”

Nom-nom-nom. Harpo may be silent by choice but Chubs here is just silent. Nom-nom-nom.

Which brings me to a question: what do you do with two orange rubbery dog-biscuit holders when your dogs are more likely to chew them up than wait to appreciate the imaginary treats inside? Why, give them to your grandsons to use as coin or “treasure” purses, of course. Or teething toys.

Of course, there’s Harpo’s use, too. He walked from the kitchen to the living room with his rubber dog treat/coin purse on his head.

“He wants us to sing ‘Happy Birthday'” his mother explained.

“Look Gamma! We’re both wearin’ our birfday hats!”

“Oh, hahahaha hoo hoo hahahahaha”

My thoughts exactly, Eli.