Beckett, this is a picture of you, your second cousin Kelly, and your Great Uncle Roger Berry. If there was ever any doubt of you being part of the Berry clan, they were all blown to bits as soon as you jumped into your Uncle Roger’s arms. You look like a miniature version of your Great Uncle Roger, right down to the red hair, the temple dimples, and the drop dead gorgeous smile.
Today your Great Uncle Roger stopped into to visit us at your grandparent’s house on Little Manistique Lake in Gould City, Michigan. He said he was repairing a telephone in the neighborhood, but we didn’t really buy that story since he barely spoke to your grandmother and I, but went straight to work playing with you and trying to corrupt your young impressionable mind.
Lesson #1: Dipstick
Great Uncle Roger decided it would be a good idea to teach you how to say, “Hey, Dipstick!” so that when your father walked in the door you could greet him with your newly perfected vocabulary word. Unfortunately for Great Uncle Roger, this plan backfired slightly. Oh, you said an infantile version of dipstick, alright. It sounded a little more like dipdick, but “Hey, Dipdick!” was sure to bring a chuckle, so Great Uncle Roger didn’t dwell on perfect pronunciation.
You practiced. And then it was time to put it all together. You could say “Hey!” and you could say “Dipdick”. But there was one little trick that Great Uncle Roger didn’t expect. I’d say, “Where’s Daddy?” and you would say, “Don’t know.” I’d say “Where is Dipstick?”, and you’d smile and point straight at Great Uncle Roger.
Nice work, Dipstick!