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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Kessa loves her Papa

In the south, grandpas are often known as Papa.  My dad's heart is in the south.  His ancestors came from there and he served his mission there.  Thus, we like to call him Papa.

Kessa loves her Papa.

She loves to play with him.  And all the toys that come with him.  Like his coat strings.  Giddy up, horsey!

Sometimes she likes to just sit next to him and play.  (Socks are very fascinating, didn't you know?)

Until, of course, she spots his hat.  Uh-oh, Papa, you'd better pay attention!

Op!  Looks like Kessa won and got Papa's hat.

It's not the first time, though.

Although Kessa loves to play with everything about Papa, sometimes she'll play innocent.  Even when caught in the act.  "Glasses?  What glasses?  I don't know what you're talking about."

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