Saturday they tried removing it again.
She let them know what she thought.
She went and got it and tried to put it back in.
She was like, guys you push me around in this. This is how it works.
To make it up to her my dad made a gas hose for her. She pretended to fill it with her finger until now.
Then yesterday I got a text of this.
She's the only one year old I know with her own car, gas station and tree house with solar lights.
Think my dad has been anxious to be a grandfather or anything?! Ha.
He really stepped up and took on the role like my Pop was to me. Pop was my entire world. I miss him so much it hurts to breathe when I think about it.
I really wish Eliza Poppy got to meet her name sake. But then I remember, Pop was my dad's dad, so he had the best teacher in the world to know how to be a grandfather.