Patrick asks for stories at every opportunity, and his tastes are 100% boy. Every encounter that Donald and I have had with a living creature, wild or otherwise, has now been turned into a “Once Upon a Time” for Patrick. He loves to hear about the giant spider we encountered in Hawaii, the bat that Donald captured when he lived with Mr. Steve and Mr. Duncan, the fox rescue attempt that marked the first and last time Donald ever played golf with me, and the fake rat that scared the living daylights out of poor Ms. Shelley when she was my roommate in college.
His favorite stories however are “Bandit” stories, which are told by Grandaddy and involve a raccoon who lives in the Adirondack Mountains, where we went on vacation every year when I was growing up. Bandit loves to go fishing and waterskiing, and every morning when Grammy and Grandaddy were visiting this past weekend Patrick would shyly ask me to knock on their door so he could crawl up in bed and hear about the adventures of Bandit. Patrick is looking forward to using his flashlight to look for raccoons when we visit Grammy and Grandaddy this summer in Connecticut. Donald and I are glad Grandaddy will be leading that expedition.
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