My grandpa has always carried two ballpoint pens in his shirt pocket. Always. When I was a baby, I would slyly pluck a pen from his pocket, look him in the eyes and drop it on the floor.
Over
And
Over
And
Over
So when CB was reunited with his great-grandfather yesterday, it was only natch that him holding one of Great-grandpa Jim's pens would be documented and compared to me at that age.
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