All this grandpa and grandma stuff is so confusing. Whenever a relative comes over I have to figure out who's related to whom, and sometime I think it's better to take the easy way out. Hence Grandpa Ed tonight became "Poppers," which is much easier to say and leads to no confusion (on my part anyway) whatsoever.
I'm still unclear on why Mom, Dad, and "Poppers" found this so amusing. It makes perfect sense to me. I mean, if my Dad is Papa, then wouldn't his dad be Poppers? What's wrong with everybody that I'm the only one who gets this?
If nothing I else, I hope you'll agree with the conclusion of my first comic: "I rock!"
At long last visual evidence of my January through March 2005 exploits can be found online in my Gallery. Be sure to check them out.
In other news, Mom and I went to a Seniors v. Staff basketball game tonight. I had fun playing with a basketball in the corridor, and, after the game, going to the dance in the cafeteria. I busted a few moves to Billie Jean, but I got shy when a high school girl asked me to dance. Or maybe I was playing hard to get. I'm not telling.
Last Thursday, I got to celebrate my 2 year birthday with Grandmas Liz and Carole and Grandpa Ed (along with Mom and Dad, of course). I got all kinds of neat presents, and I got to blow out the candles on my cupcake. Twice!
On Sunday, family friends Jim, Terri, Joe, Carol, and baby Ella came to wish me a happy birthday as well. I like being two!
[Dad's take: If you don't think we need better federal legislation than Ron Wyden's comically inept anti-spam law, try this: Spammers have littered the blog of my two year-old with ads for online poker and penile enlargement.]