G-day

For the second year in a row Grayson, his Daddy, and his Poppy are on their way to the G-day game.  That's three generations of Keith men between the hedges together again.  The picture above is from last year's game.  It blows my mind how much Grayson has grown since then.  One thing is the same, though.  His favorite part about the trip is staying in a hotel room.  He called this afternoon, and our conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Hey Buddy!  Whatcha doin?

Grayson:  HEY MOM!  WE DROVE ALL THE WAY HERE THEN WE GOT TO THE HOTEL ROOM THEN I WENT PEE THEN WE PUT ON OUR SWIMSUITS AND WENT IN THE INDOOR POOL AND THEN WE CAME BACK AND I WAS JUMPING FROM BED TO BED TO BED TO BED TO BED TO BED TO FLOOR BECAUSE WE HAVE TWO BEDS AND A FLOOR BETWEEN THEM AND I WOULD  JUMP FROM ONE BED TO THE OTHER UNTIL I GOT TIRED OF IT AND THEN I JUMPED ON THE FLOOR AND DADDY DOESN'T CARE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT POPPY THINKS ABOUT IT BECAUSE HE'S NOT IN HERE SO IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER WHAT HE THINKS BUT NOW WE HAVE TO GO EAT SUPPER MOMMA I LOVE YOU BYE!

Me: K.  Love you too. 

Gosh, I hope he's having a good time.

Comments

[Chris in Flux]

Cool - sounds like a great trip. It will be football season again before we know it!

[Expat Mom]

Don´t you love what is important for kids? I´m glad he´s having fun jumping on the beds and I´m sure you´ll be drowned in tales when he gets back!

[arizaphale]

Hahahahahahahahaha. Good for you Grayson and 'Go the Dogs'!!!! (That's what you say Chris isn't it???)

[foolery]

I had read half of this before I realized you must pronounce it GEE-day. I was looking for Australians saying "G'day, mate."

DUHHHH. I should go back to bed.

What a grand tradition!