July Long Weekend at the Cabin

I love it at the cabin. Grandpa and grandma play with me, unlike mama and dad, first thing in the morning. Mama thinks I get up too early and gets up with me begrudgingly. She doesn't think I know but I do. Can I help it if I want to play?

I love Grandpa and grandma and wish I could be with them more often. Dad was so lucky. They let me do whatever I want. I got to sit on grandpa's chair, go fishing, play with all the kitchen utensils, drink scotch (mmmm Glenlivet), and I learn new words that mama calls "colourful". I don't understand mama sometimes. She does not even like dad's picture below. I think he looks like the meanest, roughest, toughest dude around.

Grandma is jealous - she thinks I love grandpa and even Uncle Irv more. But I just like to tease her.....(but they are more fun - they have tractors!!!).