It had been a long, exhausting day, for young Wilder. So many activities, so many family members to interact with.
He was fresh
from his bath. tired, cranky and ready for bed.
But no, we had to parade him out for yet one last picture.
He was determined to be stinky. Zero cooperation.
But when I insisted that this would be a picture of
"Poppa, Momma, and a Banana" he started to crack. He knew he was not
a Banana, and that Grandpa had a screw loose.
Against his better judgement, he began to let the hint of a
smile boil to the surface of his hard heart, as his mouth fought a battle to
remain stern and joyless.
But it was not to be.
Abandoning all efforts to be upset, he turned into his Momma
with laughter as she assured him that he wasn't a banana, and that yes, Grandpa
is a very silly man.
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