I learned to grasp a football in my tiny little hands way before I could even teeter across the hardwood floors of my childhood home without nearby faces etched with worry, arms hovering in a hug-like embrace ready to catch me.
I tried to be sad about grandpa, and I was.
At first I had been annoyed that the baby was going to be a girl as I had wanted a little brother, but I was happy when she eventually did come home.
You want to tell him or not.