Bumpa is my father. Bumpa is what my son calls my father. It took my son a while to warm up to my dad. Although my dad never gets goofy around babies, so it was hard to get a warm and fuzzy feeling from him. When J was a baby, he would cry, sob, while sitting on Bumpa's lap. Today, things have gotten better, although J is still a little weary about seeing Bumpa at first. But he gets SO excited and will yell BUMPA every time he sees him. And when we don't see Bumpa, J is trying to call him on the phone.
So when we had the opportunity to spend some vacation time with Bumpa, J was more than happy.
Bumpa & J waiting for a train ride up north.
This is how Bumpa smiles. I guess J is learning from him too.
Another example of Bumpa having fun with J.
There really is nothing like having a Bumpa. For some reason my son cannot stop talking about him. They have an unspeakable bond that nobody can figure out. But I guess that's okay.
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