I am beginning to be intensely interested in this subject in all its aspects -- stories, anecdotes, folklore, tips for raising them, everything -- because, if all goes well, sometime around the end of the summer I'm going to be the grandmother of twin boys.
Since certain relatives have been known to sport the Jolly Roger (I admit to having a few pairs of skull-and-crossbones socks myself), I told my daughter that until she decides on names for my grandsons, I'm going to be calling them Smee and Starkey.
That she was tickled by the idea instead of offended by it may give you an idea of what kind of family we are.
Since certain relatives have been known to sport the Jolly Roger (I admit to having a few pairs of skull-and-crossbones socks myself), I told my daughter that until she decides on names for my grandsons, I'm going to be calling them Smee and Starkey.
That she was tickled by the idea instead of offended by it may give you an idea of what kind of family we are.