The Funny Grandson and his parents arrived Friday afternoon and within 30 minutes–after hugs and greetings–the kid ran down the hill and jumped off the dock.

He’d worn his bathing suit under his pants since Butte, so he wasted no time heading to the lake.

There was so much to talk about.

Patience paid off. He caught a small bass.

How about a campfire?

Uncle Will found the first arrowhead, so there was that to celebrate and admire.

Shepherd’s Pie, ice cream, and Mexican Train dominoes topped off the day. Even though he is only a few months before becoming a teenager, he is growing up before our eyes. At that sweet, goofy, clumsy, hungry, hilarious stage of childhood, he keeps his parents on their toes.

Do you remember when you were thirteen?

I was saving up for my first guitar. From the Sears catalogue.