The source of the grease Pop Pop has been giving me a hard time about Caitlin's new doll and stroller. He has told everyone that we saw this weekend about how he had Caitlin trained right -- to play with cars, trucks and trains, but not dolls.
As we were visiting with one of my cousins, Caitlin scooted over to one of the tractor trailer's tires and grabbed the axle grease. Of course, Pop Pop thought it was funny and told Caitlin that he was proud of her. I told Pop Pop he could hold greasy Caitlin while I found something to clean the grease off of her.
Many of my cousins also found it funny and told us that Caitlin couldn't help it, it was just in her blood. She was nicknamed "grease monkey." For those of you who don't know, my grandfather owned a service station and Pop Pop worked there when he was a kid. Then, as an adult, Pop Pop also owned a service station. Many of my male cousins have worked as mechanics at some point in their lives. Thus, the comment about it being in her blood.
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