Bean adores his grandfather. Shortly after he showed up yesterday, Bean announced, “THIS IS A PARTY!”
(Mom took this right before Dad left to drive back to New York. Mom and I are going to have a little chat about background composition. I need to be gentle though, because she has only just learned how to keep her fingers out of the image.)
1. He loves the Yankees.
2. He lives in the Bronx.
3. He walks around in a Red Sox hat all the time.
4. He thinks he’s funny. Clearly.
5. After my grandfather died, he told me that Grandpa had, at heart, always been a Mets fan. Because why? Because National League. What. What. And you wait to tell me this until after he’s gone? In the same tone you’d tell me some deep, dark secret? God forbid something happens to me. You’ll tell my son, You know your mother was actually a Republican at heart.
(Not that I equate Mets fans with Republicans. They’re just equally unlikely reversals.)
