"My Daddy got on airplane! My Daddy is in Gingia!"

Grandparents Love Their Grandchildren





My Daddy!





I dedicate this blog post to my granddaughter, Ida Scout Kegley, Jay and Terri’s youngest daughter, now 10. It is only slightly added to and she hardly requires any embellishment.



Ida still comes up with so many quotable remarks. Jay calls her his ‘creative one’. That, by no means, is to put down Ida’s beautiful and ‘accomplshing’ three year older sister, Tobey.



If you can relate back to 9-12-2001, it was a day we wanted to shield all of our young from the devilment osama-master islamic (Wahabbi) extremist- perpetrated on our free country with his crazy marionette followers. Let us try to forget that event for the moment, but never put it out of our minds.



Anyway, our Scout was just past two years old. She, Tobey,  and cousin Morgan were at our back yard swing set and Grandpa Sam was pushing the two year old while another few little girls were there and talking and giggling noisily, as little girls do.



Notice here the two year old trying to get the attention of the others above the noise.











“My Daddy!, then louder, MY DADDY! got on airplane. My daddy went to Gingia!” Louder and louder Ida repeated the message for her non-paying-attention older playmates.



“My Uncle Jeff and my Mommy went to get my Daddy in Gingia!

My Daddy got on airplane and my Daddy is in Gingia!” Louder and louder, the two year old yelled for the attention of the girls without much success, except to Grandpa Sam.



“My Daddy got on airplane and my Daddy is in Ginga!” She continued and repeated over and over. I am not sure the others ever heard her.”



I will remember my granddaughter’s shout-outs always.



Grandpa Sam