|Dad and James in their sweet hats|
At home later, the dog Sofie, John (my little brother) and my son were in the same room, probably where John was brainwashing Jimmy Jim about playing football for the U when he grows up. My Dad comes in and points in that room. He was trying to get me to help him with Sofie's name. Here is that conversation:
Dad: What is his name?
Dad: No, the little one.
Dad: Yeah, thats it. Come here Johnny! Come here! That's right! Good dog!
Really it is pretty sad that he struggles with the names of people he loves most, but what else is there to do but try to laugh about it? Sometimes it is just tears and frusteration, but we try to just laugh when we can. Dad is such a good sport and usually joins right in laughing. He is such a great man!