Grampa bought me a picture book. I love it. It's got one hundred pictures in there, and he points to each one and tells me what it is. There's a photo of a penguin, socks, doggy, smile, lamp, chickens, rubber duckie, boots, computer, TV, broccoli, ducks, cow, horsie, keys, clock and a motorcycle that I've been informed that I'll never be allowed to ride.
Grampa asks me to kiss the other babies that are in the book, and I do it. I place a big fat wet one right on their cheeks.
Even on the ugly ones.
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