James Benjamin Morgan is my granson. He is my son's son. His name honors his great grandfather James O'Connell Morgan (my dad). He was born just six months after his cousin Lawton (my daughter's boy born 7/5/2016).
He was only about 4 years old when, on a visit to his Maternal Grandmother's house in Memphis, I found myself on the living room floor involved in a pretend game in which a birthday party was taking place around some poker chips. James was eager to to participate so he cast himself as a threatening dinosaur. Ready to crash the party he growled. Slowly he lumbered to the birthday cake of poker chip and stomped the birthday party cake and all.
Papa (that's me) pretended to call the police to report the disturbance. My son Ben was brilliant in the role of an authoritarian policeman. Surveying the damage, he commenced his investigation. The questioning turned to the recently reformed dinosaur. The policeman (dad) asked the suspect to provide evidence in the case and report.
"I'm just James?" was the sum of his witness testimony.
I just love how he was able to switch from terrifying dinosaur to innocent bystander in that little play. (The policeman could not apprehend the perpetrator).
I'M JUST JAMES
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