While waiting for the meat to be served at Fogo de Chao (where the wedding reception was held) Sammy sang a little jingle that went like this, "Thumbs up to meat! Thumbs up to meeeeeeeat!" Our little friend Matthew M. would probably enjoy this number, too.
Sammy asked Papa if he had a sandbox like Cousin Will does. Papa said no, not at their house. Sammy said, " I use to have a sandbox and you tore it down." This is actually true - last summer Jacob and Luis tore down the dirty, delapidated, splintry cat box was in our backyard.
And, the updates from Grandma....!!! (thanks, Dianne!)...
Telling PaPa that on the way back to Austin, we could stop at a gas station and get him a snack.
Putting in his order for two slices of cake--one for him and one for his daddy--as Wendy and Lau were preparing to cut the cake. Then asking one of the waiters for another slice.
He walked up to Wendy, tapped her on the shoulder, and told her he was very happy for her.
After splashing Grandma with water right before she had to go to work--he said, "It's okay. It'll RYE!" Not dry but RYE.
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