Grandparents Revolt

The other day my parents returned from being out of town for three weeks. Of course they made a beeline to our house and to their little grand-daughter. After the usual exchange of pleasantries (how was your trip?/doesn't the garden look lovely?/what has little Hazel been up to?), the claws came out...

Parents - "Son, why aren't there any pictures of us on the blog?"

Me - "Ah... Well... None of the photos we had looked any good, so we didn't post them... Yeah that's it"

Parents - "Hmm!"

They looked at me with that parental look that I assume I will just naturally develop that says 'Oh we're not disappointed. We're sure you just had our best interests at heart. You're a busy man, we're confident it had nothing to do with laziness." Man, I can't wait until I master that look, maybe that will make me immune to their version of it.

So without any further ado, I present photos of my parents Irene and Klaus, and Angie's father David holding what is for all of them, their first grandchild (that would be Hazel).