Saturday, October 3, 2009
the Hat Game
Papa likes to play a game with me. he throws his dirty, grimey baseball hat onto my head. and in anticipation, i smile and giggle. then i pull the hat off, hand it over, and we do it all over again, giggling all the while. Papa and Nana think it's really funny. i guess it's more like a game that i play for them. whatever i can do to keep them from crying, you know? by the way, did you check out the cleavage in this pic? pretty hot grandma, don't you think?