The G Unit

Shane’s dad or as everyone calls him the Duke landed in San Francisco for a visit with the kids. It was his first time meeting Stevie Day.

In usual Hunter fashion, he didn’t warm up to Grandpa Duke immediately. The last time they met, Hunter was eight pounds and a mere two months old. Hunter circled his grandpa like a vulture, playing with his train set. I handed Stevie over to the Duke, “Hi Stevie Day.” Cool Hand Duke held his granddaughter for the first time. Hunter discovering his replacement, ran over to his grandpa faster than the idea of a gallon of chocolate covered ice cream. The wheels to sibling rivalry reared it’s ugly head, the game was on. Grandpa Duke, the coolest in town, hugged both kids equally. He had that grandparent glow that grinned from ear to ear.

Like everything fantastic, Grandpa Duke’s visit was a short one. He made enough of an impact, that he's got Hunter marching around the house repeating, “granpa, granpa, granpa, granpa.” He left this morning back to New York, but on the drive to preschool Hunter muttered, “Granpa. Where’s granpa? Granpa? Mom, where’s Granpa.” Just when the kid had grown to love his grandpa, he was gone. I guess Grandpa Duke’s job here is done.

Unfortunately all grandparents live nowhere close to home, but we’ll take what we can get. It is imperitive that the kids have a connection to the royalty that is their grandparents. They should always know where they came from. They should be proud of who they are. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury of meeting both of my grandfathers, thus this visit was a mine of gold.

This is Shellie G Unit representing back to you Bob at the studio!