Move over, Will and Kate and What’s-His-Name! Here’s our own Bud’s new grandson!

Our own Bud is on vacation this week to spend time with his new grandson in Nashville. Which has got to beat anything the rest of us are doing this week.

This young man is now second in line to the title of “Bud.”

As Bud can attest, an event like this has all the excitement and joy that Britain has been exhibiting publicly this week, only it’s more private, and therefore more special.

I thank him for sharing this with us all, and wish him joy in watching this little guy grow up. He’s in for plenty of it.

This calls for a cute story about my grandson… what do I have? Oh, I like this one: The other day, my wife sat him in his booster chair and spread before him bits of peach and strawberry, which he promptly ate up. Then, when he was done, he pointed to the refrigerator, and said “buhbuhruh.” Just so she understood what he really wanted.

As it turns out, most of his favorite things can be expressed by saying “buh,” or “bah” or “buh-buh.” That includes balls, babies and bottles. But for his very favorite thing, he has stretched himself to go to three syllables, just to avoid confusion among adults. Because one cannot afford to be misunderstood when it comes to blueberries. Otherwise, one could end up having only peaches and strawberries for one’s dessert.

Of course, he got the buhbuhruhs…