I called my friend Stacy Starrett this morning to tell him what a brave and good man he is and to give him fair warning. Seems as if my little granddaughter will be joining his school next fall and I could think of nothing more important than to give him a heads up as to what he has gotten himself into.
My three-year-old granddaughter, Charlotte Jean, is one of the most beautiful creations God Himself has ever created. Her eyes will melt me on a dime, her laugh is contahave gious and sitting in front of a television watching Booba with her is one of my all-time favorite ways to spend my time. The Booba part not so much, but sometimes it is Cocomelon, and for me, Booba is better.
CJ is a bright and shining light in my life. You all know by know there is a “but” coming, so here we go. But, the child is an absolute clone of her mama at the same age. Most of you know her mama as one of the cogs that keeps the Tribune moving. She is brilliant, knows just about as much about the newspaper business as me, has a Masters degree in business, and most likely she could do my job better than I.
