I love my Grammie Carol. She drives down to from Boston to stay with me. She holds me real good.
This is my other grandmother Lynda. She doesn't know what I should call her yet. She has about a year before I start talking, or I'm going to call her Bob. Lynda cooks for us and its really, really good.
This is my grandfather Everett. He pretends the GPS misrouted him right by my house so he can stop in and see me. I think thats awesome. He can do that as much as he wants.
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