My husband's grandfather turned 90 in March. This weekend his longtime friends are having a party to celebrate. They've been planning the festivities for a little over 2 years at this point...so it ought to be a nice party. Unfortunately, Lindsay and I have to miss it since she's not allowed in crowded places for another month.
Anyway, Lauren will be attending with her dad. She has been asking me throughout the day about the guest list. She asked if Daddy was going, her grandmother, her great uncle, etc.
"Is Grampie Fisher going to be there?"
"No, sweetie. I'm sorry. He won't be."
She made a face that could only convey the abject stupidity of the hostess. "Well, it won't be a very good party then."
"Well, Grampie Fisher doesn't know anyone there."
"So? He's funny."
"Your daddy is funny."
"Only daddy thinks so."