Wednesday is the day this Grammy spends the day with her Little Farmer. He has become quite accomplished at squirming his way onto the couch in the last week or so.
Following his father's tradition in adding to my gray hair, he is not quite as proficient in getting off again.
Lunch time is Funtime, now that he is better able to manage his little fork.
Sometimes though you still need to push in that last little bit. That's what fingers are for, right?
And if you can't make out the shirt, it says "Best Son Ever." The same goes for grandson too.