Grampa's arms

Here I am in Grampa's arms. They're almost as strong as Grandma's arms. Sorry you can't see Grampa's face, but he thinks he's a secret agent and can't give away his identity. Personally, I think he's a little camera shy.

We went to a mall with Grampa. Daddy came too, even though he should have been at work. I hope no-one from his work reads this blog.


Me watching out for Grampa