We had lunch today with my grandma. She’s in a nursing home, and the food is generally awful. So sometimes Tate and I bring over a little McDonald’s picnic to have in her room. She loves the Bacon Ranch Chicken Salad and I had a Snack Wrap today. I justified getting a medium size fries for myself instead of small, telling myself that Grandma might want a couple. Mr. Picky Eater doesn’t know what he’s missing, and only wanted carrots and bunny crackers.

I would have taken another picture with them smiling, but my camera battery died. Really, they’re enjoying the picnic!

Tate can’t say Great-Grandma, so my aunt had the idea to call her Gigi, as in G-G (for Great-Grandma). It was a genius idea, because he can actually say Gigi, but hasn’t yet mastered Grandma.

Tate loves to visit Gigi, and everyone there loves to see him. We went down to the main floor to look at the birds they have in a little aviary. While we sat there, not one but two different people (and not older, confused people) asked me if his curls were natural. Really? Like I curl his hair every morning? Or gave him a perm?

But my favorite part of the afternoon was as we were leaving, I asked Tate if he wanted to give Gigi a hug. He did, of course, and snuggled right into her. Then I asked if he wanted to give her a kiss. Again, yes, and he leaned in for a smooch.

Then he did the fingers-together sign for “more” and gave her another kiss! Then another sign and another kiss. She was tickled and I was cracking up. What a little lover!

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