One great memory I have of my Grandpa Kok is his singing. He would make up a song about anything and everything. Alayna never met Grandpa, but she must have gotten a few of his genes.... She spilled some grapes this afternoon and while picking them up she sang a little made-up tune something to the affect of - pick em up and put them away, pick em up and put them away, repeat, repeat, repeat. :)
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Kind of forgot the singing....Brayden must get it from him too. :)
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