My granddaughter will be coming to spend the summer with us in about two weeks. That means that I will not be feeding hogs, riding, or fixing fence by myself for the rest of the summer. She is five now. That means she will be saying "Hurry up and come on, Granddaddy."
"Wait for me Granddaddy" was little girl talk. She has out grown that now.
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