I need a break from all the political babel.
The three grandchildren got together — actually their mom gathered them together — to answer a few questions about their grandpa.
My grandpa is 44 years old.
My grandpa is 60 years old.
My grandpa is 90, 100. No, let me call Grammie.
His hair is blue. His eyes are blue.
His hair is blonde. His eyes are blue.
His hair is blondish. His eyes are brown.
My dad calls him Dad.
My dad calls him Grandpa.
My dad calls him Gramps.
He is happy when I stick out my tongue.
He is happy when I put bubbles on his head.
He is happy when I kiss him.
My grandpa is scared of thunder.
My grandpa is scared of nothing.
My grandpa is scared of me.
He isn’t happy when he’s sad.
He isn’t happy when I spank him.
His favorite way to relax is on the couch watching sports.
His favorite food is lasagna.
We like to play cars. He is really great at cars. He is not very good at cars.
He is really great at catches.
He is really great at sports.
He is not very good at cooking.
He is not very good at ice skating.
We like to play Barbies together.
We like to play football and basketball together.
My grandpa’s favorite place is Sonic.
My grandpa’s favorite place is a K-State football game.
He always forgets what his chores are.
My grandpa likes to wear nice clothes and sometimes dirty (in your face grandpa!)
I am happy when grandpa plays football catch.
I am happy when grandpa is crazy.
I am happy when grandpa makes me happy.
I love my grandpa because he is fun.
I love my grandpa because he’s so kind,
I love my grandpa because I love him.
Thanks!

Jim Misunas