Wednesday, August 27, 2008

All I want for Christmas is my....


Meet Scotty David Edwards. Scotty is the roughest, toughest grandson ever. Take his teeth for instance. Yes, he has lost a few as most kids do. But Scotty never lets his baby teeth get sorta loose and then by wigglin' and wigglin' for a week or so, the tooth eventually, hanging by a thread, falls out or is gently nudged by dad or mom. NO! Scotty's teeth only and always leave his mouth with a modicum of violence when his mouth collides with one or the other of his siblings' heads. In addition to this rough and tumble individuality, Scotty is also a lot of fun. When he visits, we play basketball and tennis in the gym. He is highly motivated in tennis right now because Grandma can still "smoke" him, and he does so want to win. I am very much aware that my prowess will be short-lived as this grandson is no stranger to extreme competition. Grandma loves you, Scotty.

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