Punk
For the past few years, Eric has had the habit of calling Grant a "punk". I suppose it is meant purely in love and as a form of teasing that says "you're special" without getting ewwy-gooey (they are, afterall, guys). At least, that's my outside observation and I don't know as Eric even put that much thought into it until tonight when Grant began returning the favor:
Goodnight Punk Daddy.
Goodnight Punk Mommy.
Goodnight Punk Tiger. (he says to his stuffed animal)
Goodnight Punk Dean.
Goodnight Punk Daddy. (again)
Goodnight Punk Je-jus.
*Daddy looks up apologetically to the Lord Almighty*
I think Jesus was laughing so hard He was crying. I know we were.
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