For all those who are concerned about this little pistol, he was coming to tell Nina (that's my grandmother name) about the terrible tragedy which concerned Pop-Pop having the audacity to park the battery operated truck and shut the garage door. After a long, heartfelt hug we were on to something else, probably chasing bugs or eating cookies. He was perfectly fine and smelled like heaven after his bath, donning his little George of the Jungle pj's.
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