Dad and Hope have lost interest in playing town after the wind blew most of the boxes down. I ask Hope if she would like to camp out under the stars. Of course she asked if Gran-B could come too. She calls him that because my kids called him buster (it was dads nick name when he was a boy; I think paw-paw called him that). But anyway he wanted all his grandchildren to call him that, so they did. But Hope calls him the other because we told her he was her great garn-buster (in a half joking way). But she ran with it and shorten it to just Gran-b.
We camped out and told ghost stories and she fell asleep in dads arms. It was a good night for them both.
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