Surprise!

This is an older photo, but it's just so funny I have to post it!

This is my buddy. I call my son Buddy or Bud or a thousand other names, but mostly Bud. When I was a kid, my parents went out of town and my Grandpa Cott watched me and my 2 sisters. I remember not eating my dinner, but I wanted dessert-an Eskimo Pie. I cried because I wasn't allowed to have one. He said we were buddies and gave me one. We started calling each other Buddy. When you are the youngest of three girls, anything that is singular to just you and your grandpa is special. I think Grandpa Cott would have liked my son and my husband, so I think of my son as my Buddy, and carry on the tradition.