When in his work clothes, my Dad, aka Grand Dad, always has a comb in his shirt pocket. Whenever Bex has a break from school, the two of us head off to Dad’s office for a lunch date. Beckett almost always greets Dad and then steals the comb to style his hair. Last night he grabbed a comb from the drawer for a post bath primping session and then came bolting out of the bathroom as he realized that he had a pocket on his shirt.
“Look,” he said, “I Grand Dad!”