One of the strangest things about having grandsons, is seeing oneself reflected in their features.
Take Aussie George (my daughter Tenpin's oldest above) for example. We could almost have been twins. That's exactly how I looked at 10-11 years old.
Here he is showing off his new Christmas prezzie keyboard. I do hope he hasn't inherited my musical abilities; I abandoned my melodious mastery of the Cornet, Trombone, and Bass Guitar, after extreme frustration quickly got the better of me!
Go on Georgie boy; play us a toon.
(I wonder if he looks at pictures of me and thinks 'Oh no; that's what I could end-up looking like when I'm older')