G and I were out weeding tonight. He was being exceptionally loud so I asked him:
"G, why are you yelling?"
"I'm not yelling, I'm being loud so when Grandma looks down from heaven she can hear my jokes and laugh at them with us. I miss Grandma Molyneaux."
And just like that the conversation was over and he was on to something else....
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