The indoctrination is complete. After a quick trip for supplies, The Perfect Grandson has his first notebook. He wrapped his chubby two-year-old fist around a blue crayon and moseyed from room to room waving both the instrument and his 3×5 notebook, stopping occasionally to add this or that to the pages. Just like…well, everyone else in this house. We’re a notebook-waving, scribbling family, and he’s officially joined the ranks.
Clearly, his genre is fiction. There was a great deal of plot that didn’t make it to the page, but I was fortunate enough to hear it all. Trust me, it’s an action/adventure piece thick with tension and twists. There’s also something about a bug with spots, but I don’t want to give it all away.
I burst with pride.