Signatore

My Dad is just the cutest Grandpa that ever could be. It doesn't matter if he gets out a shovel, hammer, screwdriver, or garbage can...my boys are fast on his heals. This last week my boys helped him build two chairs - and Bompa let them sign under the chair seats - as if though their signature was worth a million dollars. Even when I was growing up, he would have me sign my projects. What I guess I learned is that not only my drawings (which were typically rainbowed skies and hollow trees) but my projects were worth a fancy signature. It never gets old feeling special - and my boys sure did (James even panicked a bit when he was writing his name - it was almost too exciting).