I Almost Choked To Death Today

It seems that the second generation apple doesn’t fall far from the original tree.

Bug, J-Man and I went to lunch at a local wings eatery today where our waitress was a very cute young lady. And she certainly was able to fill out a pair of jeans.

As she walked away from our table, J-Man leaned over toward me and said in a low voice, “Paw Paw, she has a nice turd cutter.”

I was about to swallow some juice bit of wing and got choked. I was coughing into my napkin, trying to suck in some air and laugh at the same time.

He’s my boy!

(Don’t read this Marni. He gets it naturally between me and his dad.)

Two Thumbs and a Girlfriend

Last night Judy and I drove over to see the grandkids in their end of year band concert. J-Man plays the trumpet and Bug plays the flute (though I kid her about it being a piccolo.) I am proud of their music ability and the bands sound really good. No toot, toot and honk, honk. They played real music.

But the thing that gave me a few smiles is J-Man has a girlfriend. Not surprising because he is a good looking kid with a big heart. But he is so shy. Girls flirt with him at the store and the mall all the time, and we try to get him to go talk to them, but he won’t.

Well…last night he got in the car with his mom to go to the school and he ask her, “What has two thumbs and has a girlfriend?” Then he stuck his two thumbs up and pointed them back at himself and said cockily, “This guyyy.”

She is in the band, too, though in the seventh grade band (J-Man is in the eight grade band.) Her name is Tessa and she is cute as can be. After this picture was made (by Bug on her cell phone - no adult was allowed to see this in person) she gave him a kiss on the cheek. The Hussy!

And read below, too. I got a couple of cool awards from some very cool ladies. Yeah, J-Man takes after his Paw Paw alright.
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Grandkids Make You Proud

This is my 14 year old grand-hormone, J-Man. If any of you have ever lain awake at night wondering what I looked like as a kid (come-on, you know you have) there it is. He is a mini-me…in more ways than one.

I have been open in dealing with the kids and their questions. Depending on the need to know, the seriousness of the question or the reason dictates how deep the answer goes.

Like last night he was in the basement apartment talking to my step-son and daughter-in-law. Something was said or someone was called a douche-bag. He wanted to know what one was, but Laura and Steven didn’t know how to answer so they told him to ask us. Memaw (Judy) stuttered and tried to come up with an answer. I just told him what one was and why it is used.

He just said, “Really? Eweeee!” and went back down stairs. No big deal.

All this is leading up to the reason for the post. We (mom, dad, and me) have been kidding him about ‘chocking the chicken’ and ‘spackling the ceiling.’ He just laughs and looks a little embarrassed - but he never denied it.

So when I picked the two heathens up for the weekend, J-Man walks up to me with his chest out and proudly said, “Pawpaw, I have put the Master in Masturbating.”

I had tears in my eyes. I was so proud of him. It is so inspiring to see your grandkids excel in something. It makes we want to try harder.