Last night Abby dreamed she was holding her new grandson Paul. In the dream, he was about two months old and had lots of super dark black hair. A few minutes ago we received a phone message from our son in law Tom showing Chele with her new baby Paul, who, as you can see, seems to have dark hair.
Abby is now a grandmother, and I am a step grandfather, although Abby just pointed out that, “When it comes to grandkids, we don’t do step this and step that. You’re a grandfather.”
Abby wants Paul to call her “Granny,” but I think I would prefer to be known as, “Grandfather Barron,” as in, “Grandfather Barron, would you kindly pass me some tea and crumpets?” How this child from Baltimore will develop a distinct English accent I don’t know, but that’s how I am hearing it in my head.