Grandpa's Magic

Sorry about my tardiness the last few weeks. Life has been pretty heck-tik/busy. We spent a week in the greater Chicago area with friends and family and then after arriving home for a few days I flew off to Portland for our annual district conference. In Chicago we saw the Blue Man Group. I now have a new appreciation for whole twinkies. Whether a twinie is whole or smushed I think I would still eat it. While in Chicago Grandma and Grandpa watched 3 of our 4. It was all good except for the fact that my clout for being king of kings (no disrespect intended to the big guy) has been tarnished. Grandpa is now king of the roost. First of all, the boys now view him as the master fisherman, which I'll agree is probably true; but secondly and more difficult to admit he has become the greatest airplane maker in the history of Noah and Brock's universe. Funny how my planes and Grandpa's planes are make exactly the same, yet his fly longer, straighter, and with perceived fire coming out of their jets. The magic of being Grandpa. The boys are still scratching their heads about grandpa's magic hat. Life is good, and the kids are better.