Grampy got his knee re-replaced. Mom said he had a knee and then another knee and now another knee. Sounds pretty kneedy to me.
I know he isn’t feeling super great, but he certainly looked pretty great.
Grampy is cool. Even if he is balder than I am.
He let me sit in his spit-up bucket. It is something we bonded over.
Get better soon Grampy! I kneed you to haul me up mountains this summer.
