This weekend we were visited by the illustrious Grandma Patsy who rides in on a cloud of perfume, and the dapper PopPop Den who is her chauffeur and always sports a nifty new ball cap. So Ted's pants have been running a bit large lately and Grandma Patsy was in charge of getting him a belt. GP is good to go to with tasks that can be accomplished at JC Penney's. And she is a great grandma who visits often and always brings awesome GIFTS and feeds us. Who doesn't like that?
Anyway Ted is like the skinniest little bean. I was at his age, too. But the boy eats a lot and you can see his rib cage. Ah, I remember those days! Mostly he wears sweats or track pants to school but he has a couple of khakis and pants. He had been asking when he was going to get a belt, and on Saturday, Grandma delivered. He was very excited about this.... belt. So that's cool.
We played some checkers and chess, well GP taught the kids checkers and PopPop Den beat the pants off of them before shortly passing out on the couch. GP's strategy is a little more kid friendly: she shows the kids moves they can do to get their feet wet. I remembered her teaching me and doing the same thing. PD just takes all their pieces away and laughs mercilessly. I also remember this, and a couple of victory dances he has, all of them quite silly. After the checkers, we went to Chuck E Cheese aka kids' heaven and adults' hell. Ted was playing some games and I went to go hug him and I am like why are you so....spiky? And he was like, "I'm wearing my belt!" And he pulls up his shirt and shows me his brown leather belt, about four inches above the waist of his sweatpants, around his midsection.
I was like, um okay. You REALLY like this belt. Or he really likes Grandma Patsy. Probably both.
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