My grandson John (who is named after his Dad, who was named after a good friend of his Dad's) is celebrating today!
Happy Birthday BooBoo! BooBoo is sort of like Bubba... family nickname. He's one of the sweetest kids I know.
When he was just a toddler he would watch his dad get dressed for work every evening. (A police officer has a lot of gear to put on.) He would put on his own little jacket, baby backpack and ballcap, and wait by the door, ever hopeful that his dad would relent and actually take him along. Then he would sob inconsolably (for about five minutes) each time his dad left. It was gut wrenching. His dad works days now, so he sleeps through most of the early morning departures.
This picture was taken in June when I visited. He has thick brown hair that grows like weeds. His mom finally issued the ultimatum: haircut time!
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