Like most kids, my grandson likes to read books, but something tells me he knows how this one ends.
The hat? Oh, the hat, how could I forget to mention the hat. I like funny hats, but my grandson one-upped me with his Sherlock Holmes hat. He wouldn’t put it on for me to take his picture, so I put it on and got caught being myself.
Thought for the day: My wife asked me what I was doing and I told her, “Nothing”. Losing it, she yelled, “That’s what you did all day yesterday!” Calmly, I replied, “I wasn’t finished.”