On Sunday, the girls and I went over to Dad's house to hang out for a while. He was in the shop building a box. Brenna went inside to curl up in front of the TV (which is her nature), and Macie b-lined it to her Graddy!
I know she asked at least 4,000 questions. And he answered every one of them! What is it about our parents?? Does God grant them some kind of crazy patience as soon as they become grandparents? Because I know mine never had this much patience with me! In fact, I remember walking into my mom's kitchen one day and Brenna was riding her tricycle IN THE HOUSE! I just looked at Mom and said "Who ARE you??"
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