|Grady, Prestyn, Cadence|
|Yes, I know they are not wearing seat belts. |
We only had to drive a couple of blocks in the neighborhood.
We are in the middle of January and it was near 70F outside, so Mrs. Okierover and I took them to the park one day. I risked a certain chewing out and possibly death from their mom, but I let them play on the teeter totter with no hands, slide down the slide train style, and let them steer the Range Rover on the way home. Some fouls are more egregious than others. ;)
I figured since I once let their mommy drive my 1974 BMW 3.0s around the softball field by the Indian Hills Steak House when she was six years old, I was in the clear. I know what you are thinking "driving?". She was actually driving, pedals and till all in her control. Obviously, a great time was had by all (in both incidences until mom found out). This is why I am the greatest grandpa in the known universe.
|Such a ham!|
Even their dog Paisley (85 pound Lab) was up in the back rummaging around and managed to steal both my water bottles and chew them into unrecognizable shapes. What is it with all the dogs in my life? They are all chewers.
So I know this is not "definitive" by definition. It is merely another post about my grandchildren and how proud I am to be a grandfather thrice over.
Thanks for reading and Happy Rovering.