The third generation

Grandparents are funny. They coddle you and shower you with toys and basically think you can do no wrong. Grandma Becky and Grandpa Larry came all the way from Chicago last weekend just to see their first grandpup.

Here I am looking docile for Grandpa Larry. He and I were waiting in the car together after the Twin Cities Marathon. I tried to squirm my way into the front seat, but he said, "Hey, just sit still." So I did. He couldn't believe it. He kept talking about it for the rest of the day.