Call me whatever

 The little boy calls my Pop Pop and others laugh, but I have never been called anything better. I join him and engage in whatever activity that is currently occupying him - we watch Sponge Bob and then act out the scenes in the living room. Next, we are running and jumping through the sprinkler in the frontyard - I am sure the neighbors ridicule me from a distance, but his little smile is all that matters. He grabs his toy that has stopped working, hands to me and I quickly fix it, he is ecstatic. It is the simple things in life! I never wanted to be a Pop Pop, but now I never not want to be it.