Being in Staten Island visiting my grandparents is supposed to be a vacation, but with all the relatives I've been meeting (and being fawned over), well, it's hard work. And when you consider that I'm just three months old, it's doubly tough.
Good thing I have an ace in the hole.
When I get really tired, I just carry on. I'm talking screaming at the top of my lungs. I'm talking closing my eyes and yelling with everything I've got. And when Mommy, Daddy and Grandma all fail to appease me, they call on Grandpa. They call him "The Closer". That's because when he lifts me up and rests me on his shoulder, he closes the deal.
To be honest, I don't know exactly why that puts me to sleep. I have no idea exactly why when Daddy does the same exact thing, my eyes stay open. And I have no idea exactly why I instinctively awaken whenever Grandpa tries to put me back down.
What I do know is that I love spending time with my Grandpa.
Maybe that's all there is to it.
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