When I was little, I believed my Grampa could fix anything. (Actually, I still believe that—he managed to fix my stove several years ago with a fuse he just happened to have in the toolbox in his trunk, thus saving my first Thanksgiving.) But, as a child, I was absolutely sure there wasn’t anything he couldn’t tackle. Upon seeing my balloon pop, my three-year-old self noted, “That’s okay, Grampa can fix it.”
Olivia was having trouble with her skirt last weekend, and her Papa had the perfect fix—a clamp!
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