My youngest one… but the biggest firecracker.
The biggest handful of all four of ’em… Well, probably she’s tied with my oldest son.
Lil’ Miss “I Won’t Go to Bed”.
“Oops. I farted.”
“Papa, I wanna do it! I wanna do it!”
As I look at photos of my two grandmothers of a century ago, I wonder if they were like her…