Georgie Jessel

Last week, John and Linda and the boys were at our place just hanging out.  Anthony came over and climbed up on the couch beside me and leaned his sweet little head on my shoulder.  He looked up at me, touched my face and said, "I love you, Oma."  "I love you, too, Anothny." 


Then he reached up and touched my hair.  "I like your hair, Oma.  It's pretty."  Thank you, Anthony.  That's sweet."


Anthony settled in against me again for a moment, then sat up.  He touched my necklace -- the one I always wear --  my Hugonot Cross.  "What's that, Oma?"  I looked down to where he was touching my necklace and as I did that, his little hand came up and flicked my nose!  "Got you, Oma!"  And away he pealed full of laughter.


Thank you, John, for teaching this little trick to your son!  I must admire, though, the patience and care Anthony took to set me up.   I can't wait to see what he'll come up with next.

Big B. Little B.

What begins with b?

Barber, baby, bubbles and a bumblebee!