Two weekends ago we flew to San Antonio, where Grandma and Grandpa Lyons were being honored by their synagogue, Agudas Achim. Here you in the parking lot with your cousin Cassie.
At the gala, an a cappella group performed, and then people talked, and there was a presentation and slide show about Grandma and Grandpa Lyons. All in all, it was about 2 hours of sitting still. You have this impeccable sense of timing - just when the music would cease, or a speaker would pause to take a breath, you would yell out some fact about Percy, or ask me a question about your transformer car at the top of your lungs. As family of the honorees, we were in the very front row, so it was pretty hard for us to pretend we weren't your parents.
I told you to be quiet, and so did your cousins Julia and Cassie. You looked all around the room, and seemed to be confused. "Is somebody sleeping in here?" you asked.
The next night, Uncle Beau taught you some classic bad boy moves.
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