Tonight Jake was laying in bed and we were talking, and he was trying to tell me about Grandma Veater, but he couldn't quite remember the name. He thought really hard, saying, "Grandma ... Grandma ... Grandma Beaver."
I don't think he realized what he'd said at first, because when I repeated it back to him he thought it was hilarious. Then he told me. "I don't know that word!"
Love you, Grandma Beaver!
