Everyone has a routine. For me, it's eat, sleep, poop, blog. Grandpa's routine is a little different.
Anytime grandpa comes over, he walks in, says hello to me, gives me a kiss, then goes to the counter where my piggybank is and practically empties the contents of his pockets into my Yale Tuition piggybank (Aunt Pook-Pook got it for me before I was born -- that's advance planning!). Sometimes he stuffs so many bills into that blue pig, it's as if he has just come back from the bank!
