Peter and Charlotte both loved Great Grandpa Chuck. We're pretty sure Peter thought he was just one great big stuffed animal to cuddle, and Charlotte loved that Great Grandpa Chuck wasn't always running off to do something else and would sit and listen to her long flights of fancy. I'm still in awe that my 83-year-old grandpa is more than happy to fly clear across the country all on his own to see his great grandkids. He is visually impaired and thus needs to call a special needs access van to transport him to the airport, arranges for a skycap to help him navigate the busy confusing airport via wheelchair, puts up with the discomfort of a really long flight from Seattle to Dallas, and then repeats the process in reverse a few days later. I used to whine when I traveled without Corey because I had to put my own bag in the overhead bin. People tell me I'm brave for driving two tiny kids 685 miles on my own, but I don't think I have anything on Grandpa Chuck.
Like I said, Peter considered his Great Grandpa to be a big cuddly "buh-buh". He kept wandering over and climbing up in Grandpa's lap. He also seemed to have an obsession with finding Grandpa's belly button and was always yanking at Grandpa's shirt to locate it.
Charlotte didn't quite get that Grandpa Chuck's vision is extremely limited. She brought a new puzzle over and asked for help, which Grandpa was more than happy to attempt to provide.
Working together, they were able to finish the puzzle!
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