My buddy....

Mae and Whitt have been taking swim lessons the past two weeks, fifteen minutes each, back to back. Well last Thursday as we were on our way to the pool, I told the little ones that Gaga and Grandaddy were coming to visit and would be waiting at our house after swimming. Their excitement nearly blew the roof right off the car. About thirty minutes later, Whitt was right in the middle of his lesson when, W: Stop! Battention! (for some reason he says battention instead of attention) Guess what Mrs. Terri!?! (the swim instructor) (Whitt with a very serious look on his face was making sure he had her full focus.) T: What? W: My buddy is coming to my house. T: Oh, really. Who is that? W: Grandaddy!!!!! (huge smile on his face, clear blue eyes sparkling) Then he was back to business, learning to swim like "Nemo." He just had to share his special news. His buddy is already wrapped around Whitt's little finger, but I think this post definitely cinches the knot a little tighter. And, by the way, does anyone else think Grandaddy and Ernie look alike? Check out the hair. We love you, Gaga and Grandaddy!!