Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Since Jack's fishing pole, also known as my camera cord, seems to be "hiding," I'm going to talk a little bit more about our train ride. After Jack posted yesterday, we were going through the pictures again, and he wanted to stop at this one, taken while a clown sang Happy Birthday to his Grandpa. He hasn't stopped talking about it since. "Clown. Happy Birthday, Grandpa! On the train." Over and over and over again. It was a mighty amusing rendition of "Happy Birthday to You!" so I'm not too surprised that he remembers it. It is starting to look like this may have been the highlight, though. And it seems to have dethroned "Fish broke up, jump, fall in water" as the favorite story to tell. I need to be more careful what I wish for.