When I was a kid, I could not have paid my father to watch a cartoon. Don't get me wrong. He would watch them on occasion, but most times we were required to watch what he wanted to watch (usually sports) or go to the other room to watch tv. Grant walks through the front door, and like machine work, dad changes the chanel to sprout or cartoon network. Last night, mom and I went to a ladies' church function. Dad and Grant stayed home. We were gone for about 2 hours. When we got back, Mom asked if Grant was good while we were gone... of course Pap-paw's little angel was perfect. When mom asked what they did... get this... dad said they sat in the recliner together and watched cartoons!!! Yep.... PUTTY!
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