A Gigantic Toy

Having just spent nearly 3 weeks with Eve (and Lauren and Trent), I have come to the sobering conclusion that I am not perceived by Eve as her grandfather. Instead I am viewed as a humungous (over)stuffed toy that happily interacts doing all manner of interesting and time-consuming activities.  We open and close doors ad nauseum.  We throw things with great enthusiasm like Sandy Koufax in his heyday  Since Eve is prone to pointing at things, I (being the dutiful grandfather) provide an on demand taxi service — taking Eve in whatever direction she points at and picking up whatever object may strike her fancy at any given moment.   Believe me. . . .  it is a slice. . . . .  A wonderful slice. . . .  

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