Yesterday, for the first time I took you to Wrigley Field along with your grandpa (definitely not his first time). Here are a couple of pictures of you enjoying some ice cream in a helmet and then making good use of the helmet:
Later that night we were eating pizza at my place. You were trying to get grandpa's attention while he was watching the bulls/heat game (bulls were down 20). You yelled "Grandpa!" three times without a response. Fortunately, you were holding a bean bag football from the game you were playing at my office the night before:
You drilled Grandpa in the arm with one...and he still didn't even flinch! I have been laughing all day thinking about it. Nonetheless, you had a great time hanging with your grandpa over the previous 24 hours.
Love you so much,
Dad
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