It’s been a long running thing between my older two granddaughters, Holly and Emma and me about where to eat breakfast. Anytime I would bring up about going to Jim’s they’d throw a wall-eyed fit about not wanting to go there.

They’d say it’s an old people’s place to eat and things like “We hate that place, the food is awful”.

I would reassure them that yes it may be a little dated, but the food was still good. But rather than listen to a bunching of whining we’d usually go elsewhere.

Not long ago it came up about going to Jim’s to eat. Emma said “Will (Catfish) likes to go there. Do you know why?”

I said probably because he’s not picky like you two.

Emma said “No he likes to go there with you because all the waitresses rub him on the head and call him Baby”.

I had to admit that while I don’t remember them ever rubbing my head, I think I have been called Baby a few times.