At daybreak we heard some rumblings upstairs. Some chairs were moved around, and little thumps sounded through the florrboards at sporadic intervals. Soon Kobe peeked his head through our bedroom door pleading with us to get up and come with him. We feared the worst as we half-awake fumbled up the stairs. He lead us into the livingroom, and there to our astonishment was a fully set breakfast table - complete with food. Everything was in the perfect place, and our son was beaming. Surprise!
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Keep up the Good Word, Kobe. Grandpappa
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