one of my favorite stories came from grandma. apparently, one day when clint was staying with them, he wrote his name on grandpa's new front porch swing.
used a black marker and everything. wrote "clint" on it.
when he went to show grandma, she said, "oh clint. grandpa is going to be so upset. that's his new swing."
and without missing a beat, clint said, "how do you spell 'grandpa'?"
so cute, huh?
and so today, when i was attempting to clean the kitchen floors, i hear pratt saying, "uh oh. uh oh" over and over again in the den. i didn't know what i was going to find.
when i walked in, he was standing at the recliner. where he had done this...
lucky for him, the magic eraser really is magic and his daddy never had to see what pratt had done to his favorite recliner.
and grandma, i asked clint if he got in trouble and he said no. that he never, ever remembered getting in trouble for anything he did at y'all's house. why am i not surprised? oh...because nana will never, ever get on to pratt for anything either. grandparents are the best. :)
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