Like Granfather Like Grandson!

My dad is one of a kind.  I just as most young people thought my parents were just mean and didn't know what they were talking about.  I was never really close to my dad.  Don't get me wrong, I loved my dad but we just didn't "hang out" and converse.  Now that I am older, I have found a new realtionship with my dad.  He is my "buddy"!  He is of Italian decent, so he has that temper side!  We have the best time!  More on that another day!  Today I want to tell you a funny story:  The other day I went to pick him up, as I do once or twice a week.  He came out the door and jumped in the car, ready to go.  As I am backing out he said " Where's my glasses?", I stopped and looked at him and composed myself as I said "They are on your face!"  he just died laughing.  I began to back out a little more and he said "Hold up, where's my phone?", I stopped and looked at him and this time I couldn't hold it.  I burst into laughter and said "It is in your hand!"  He just laughed and said "I am loosing my mind!"  Well the apple didn't fall far from the tree.  My middle son, Bailey, we call him Bay, must have inherited that gene.  This morning I sat and watched him sit his book and bookbag down to put his shoes on.  He stood up and picked up his bookbag and then started turning in circles.  I said "What's the matter, son?" knowing good and well he's looking for his book.  He starts to panick knowing we need to be leaving for school, "Where is my book, I just sat it down right here!!!!"  I asked him "are you sure it is not there?"  He said "Yes, but it WAS here!"  I said "Son, stop and look down", he said "Oh!  I knew I left it here!"

Like I said, "Like Grandfather, Like Grandson"