You had to be there...

My grandson Eamon is three. He has gorgeous blue eyes that are thiiiiissss big and just his entry into the room makes us laugh. The other day, he didn’t eat his Cheerios because they were “yucky.” 
“Yucky?" I said, looking at the barely touched bowl.
“Yes.” (His enunciation puts mine to shame—I talk Hoosier, he speaks East Coast English.) He looked up at me, his lashes sweeping wide and innocent, and continued, “Papaw did it.”
In all probability, you had to be there to understand how fu...