In observance of Memorial Day, the family turned out in its (more or less) family best to honor Grandpa Mel and Uncle Agrippa, both who have served in the U.S. Army. A special service for the military was given the local church where little flags were handed out. This inspired much flag-waving and many (thwarted) opportunities to poke out eyeballs, big and small.
Afterward, we went out onto the church lawn to allow Daddy Jane and Grandpa Mel to show off their grandchildren. Of course, this was all done under the guise of admiring the weather and sharing tidings of good health. (Imagine the conversation: "Well, hi! How are you? We haven't seen you in so long! Oh, have you met my grandson? Let him spell for you.") Be assured that there were no suave transitions into this conversation. The poor, hapless parishioners were helpless and surrounded by over-exuberant grandparents.
The picture shown here is one of about 75 taken during the two hours we were at church. This picture was particularly chosen out of sheer malovence because more than 75 pictures were taken and not a single one came out. The children were better looking at the camera than the adults and Daddy was the least attentive. So, this is the one that gets published.