My grandson Kelton and I spent about an hour or so today working on our firewood supply. We still have to get a bunch of it into the woodshed. He's four now and does OK as a helper, much like his father did when he was that age.
It still amazes me, watching him and talking to him as his father and I did years ago. My favorite stories have always been about time travel. Watching our son and his children is as close as I'll ever come to going back in time. It's like looking back, seeing myself then my son and now his son. Seeing some of the things my father and his father did as well. Kinda spooky.
Then there's my granddaughter. Oy! She's like a whole new chapter.
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