Jack and William, better known as Wilbur, at Pounds Hollow during a family outing.
This is the stuff life is made from.
As a proud grandma of four, I can honestly say, it doesn't get any better. For all you young parents with kids - enjoy it. Make the best of these years because the reward is a whole lot more the second time around.
Wilbur with his nefarious head stand. He can actually do it. He can get both feet up and then he comes crashing down. He's a Mezomorph like his grandma. (Article about body types in the blog.)***
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.
"You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a girl in the line said to the little fella. Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head.
His grandmother knelt down next to him "I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles, she said, while tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful!"
The boy looked up, "Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered, "Wrinkles."
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