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All the statistics in the world can't measure the warmth of a smile.
--Chris Hart
I babysat my youngest grandson today whilst his mum went out grocery shopping. I sit with him every Thursday morning now as he doesn't cope with a shopping trip - sitting down quietly is not something he does well - and his mum can shop in half the time when she doesn't have him there.
I happen to like Grandson2 a lot. Probably because he so obviously likes me. We sit together in companionable silence watching the Nick Jnr channel and he usually sits on my lap with his right arm draped over my neck. He'll turn his face up to me every now and again and expects me to plant a kiss on his cheek. I, of course, oblige.
If you'd like to indulge me, and you don't mind the fuzzy and blurry pictures, then take a look at him here:
OK that's all the cuteness for today. Next time there'll be more about knitting socks!
He's a doll!