One afternoon, I was going through some old photo albums with Ava.*
We came across a photo of my cousin Vito who literally would be the perfect image to use in a dictionary to illustrate the word "Hippie".
It is in fact this photo...
A little while later Ava became concerned that her grandfather also may or may not have been, as she puts it...“a filthy hippie”.
When he visited a week later, he took us to lunch.
During the meal, she repeatedly asked whether he used to be a filthy hippie and he of course denied he was such. She had several questions for him…
1. Did he have a job?
2. Did he walk around the dirty streets in his bare feet?
3. Did he shave?
As we left the restaurant, he went to his car and Ava to hers. He sweetly yelled over to her “Ava, see you back at the house"!
Ava yelled back “Hippie"! and got in her car seat.
Mission Accomplished.
* Old Man on the Porch Says...yes kids it's true, there are people out there who actually have books with photos in them instead of using an iPhone to store every single stupid moment of your vapid lives.
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