My favorite memory of my dad will always be how he used to babysit CJ. One time I came to pick CJ up and he told me he was concerned because he kept offering him his sippy cup but he hadn't drank anything all day. Turns out the cup had a cap on it and he hadn't removed it so it wasn't possible for CJ to get anything out of it. There was another time he babysat and CJ had a bad blowout. This was the first poopy diaper he had changed in many many years. I ended up having to give CJ a bath because I could not locate the source of the poop smell, but it was so adorable and heartwarming that grandpa tried so hard.