How He Got the Name "Boppy"

At the kids' second Christmas, then-"Grandpa" was sitting in the Dining Room with Caroline sitting on the table in front of him.  I took a video of him playing with her - showing her how to drink from a bottle and how to hold a glass and pulling things away from her as she pulled at the glass drinking cups that were just out of reach of her little hands. 

A few months later, as the kids became more and more entranced by pictures of themselves and videos on my phone, one day I was showing Caroline that video, saying to her, "Look! Who's that? Is that you?" And Caroline responded, brightly, "BOPPY!" I corrected her - "No, that's GRANDPA - is that you and Grandpa playing?" But Caroline just kept saying "Boppy".

And so it would be from then on.

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