This is a sight I could never tire of:
My dad sometimes pops into town, having driven from Salt Lake to Oakland with my grandpa, who owns and manages some condos there. At the end of his visits, he always tells the boys a story. Trenton starts asking for it, in fact, the moment he walks in the door. T loooves a good story. He frequently asks Ryan and I to "talk about a story in the jungle." My brain is running out of action-packed jungle stories, but thankfully, my dad's small-town upbringing and ability to enhance his own life experiences provides some darn good entertainment for the grandkids! (We love Varmint the dog!) Thanks for coming over to see us, Dad!