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The Heat in Fresno

Here's a little "Grayson-ism" from our vacation this summer.

Our one night pit-stop in Fresno included a Westmont event, featuring Dr. Michael Shasberger, a noted conductor, musician and professor. Dr. Shasberger stayed at the same hotel, so we picked him up for the event and planned to drop the kiddos off at a sitter along the way. We had briefed Grayson on Dr. Shasberger's prominence and stature and asked him to use his best manners during the brief car ride there. He assured us that he fully grasped the situation and could be counted on to act accordingly. I was still a little nervous, though, as Dr. Shasberger opened the door to our jam-packed minivan and brushed aside the Cheerios from the passenger seat.

"Hi, Dr. Shasberger," I said.

"Oh, who do we have here?" he asked.

"This is my daughter, Lucie, and my son, Grayson," I said.

"Well hello, Lucie. And hello, Grayson," he said.

And Grayson replied, "Hi, Dr. Shasberger. I'd shake your hand, but I can't right now because my butt is sweaty."

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That is AMAZING, Janice! I love it!
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