Calling Papaw

As you can see from the photo above, I have given my grandson, Caleb, permission to call me at any time. If he needs something or if he's not happy or if his mommy and daddy aren't behaving the way they should, all he has to do is call his papaw and I'll be right there.

And there's no doubt that he is bound to be pretty smart. Note in the picture below, the steely concentration and deep thought he exhibits. I think he is thinking about local politics or maybe he is just making a poop. Either way, pretty advanced for three and a half months.