Whoever said, “like father like son,” was a genius. Except now it is like grandfather, like father, like son. Here is a weekend photo of the Greenlee men just chillin out, as my son would say, on a hot Saturday afternoon. My generation might call it hanging out or hanging loose. Who knows what my grandson will call it, but this is as priceless a generational picture as one could take. My daughter took this photo with her Canon EOS Rebel T3i. If she wanted to be, she could become a photographer, she’s got talent.
The weekend before the water was too cool and our grandson decided to anoint our bed when his dad allowed him to go Full Monty just a little too long between diaper changes. That’s okay, I did the same with my son, in fact, one time as I was acting like all witless father’s do and while cooing my son, I was anointed in the face – like grandfather, like father, like son.
My readers need to put on Ray Ban sunglasses to keep from going blind, because we are three of the whitest white men you will ever see . I am so pale that my grandson had to put on his Baby Ban sports shades. Now, is that a hip grandchild or what? Now notice the genetic inclination to place our right hands behind our necks? Like grandfather, like father, like son. And how about that float? Top class, eh? It’s part of the grandparent oath to spoil their grandchild rotten. One day he’ll ask daddy for a BMW and when he says no, I’ll remind my son of the floatie his grandpappy bought for him. Am I rotten or what?
As one gets older we refer back to photos such as these. One day I’ll be much older. My son will be in the prime of his career and my grandson will be chasing some young pretty lady. They won’t have much time on their busy schedules (sniff, sniff) for poor old papa. A tear will come to my eyes about the days the Greenlee men trio were just chillin and grillin together. Then I will pull out this photo and show to my grandson’s girlfriend,
My mother always said you need to live long enough to become a burden on your children and grandchildren. I’ve decided to start early and embarrass him now – in front of my world wide audience. He’ll be so embarrassed he’ll become a monk and save himself much grief later on. Oh by the way, he doesn’t have to pay any fees into the man club – there’s a nepotism clause.
Hey – just chill out! I didn’t go the Full Monty with him. That’s later!
Today, please love a child, a grandchild or any child who looks like they just need someone to smile at them. They are precious gifts that supply lifelong unforgettable memories, laughs and smiles.