Anson Reed Chancey is the newest edition to our ever-growing grandchildren’s nest. Our next two will give us a bona-fide co-ed softball team of 10.

Anson, as he will be called, was born Sunday, February 22, around 10:45 p.m. He weighed 8 lbs. and 4 oz., and was 21 inches long.

His older brother, four-year-old Bryce, was staying with us when the phone call came to go to the hospital. I’ve never seen a youngster so excited and full of questions as Sandy and I got in the vehicle to head to Jesup.

His first question was, “How big is the hospital?” Then it was, “Can I see my little brother?”, “Is daddy there?”,“Can I hold Anson?”, and “Are we there yet?”

He’s so inquisitive. Sandy and I tried to respond the best we could in between more questions.

“It’s a big hospital,” I replied to the first question.

“When they bring him out from the back you can see him,” Sandy responded to the next.

“Yes, your daddy is there,” she answered the third.

“We’ll have to see if the nurses will let you hold him,” she calmly answered the next.

Bryce eventually got around to telling me to turn up the music. As I did, he asked me, “Why do you listen to old music?”

I’m a 70s-80s classics guy, when music was music. I was never really into the head-banging, heavy metal bands of that by-gone era.

“It’s not old,” I replied, even though some of the songs are reaching nearly 40 years of stage life. “It’s good music that you can enjoy.”

After a “whatever” was muttered by the cute little tyke, he wandered off to sleep for what turned out to be a quick nap.

When I parked in the nearly empty parking lot at the hospital, Bryce jumped up from his nap spouting, “It is big” while taking in the three-story behemoth.

As I set up shop with my laptop to do some writing upstairs on the second floor, Bryce began asking family members in the waiting room more questions about the near birth of his newborn baby brother. He even went up to the window at the nurses station and asked if everything was alright. His next question was, “Can I go back there and see my brother?”

The nurse, an elderly lady, told him it would be a little while because the doctors had to clean Anson up and make sure everything was okay.

Satisfied with the answer, he went back to his seat and started talking away again.

About 11:30 p.m., Bryce got his first look at his baby brother. He knocked on the window of the baby infirmary and told the nurse, “You’re a good doctor. Thank you for taking care of my baby brother.”

Without missing a beat, he told his daddy, “I want a baby sister now.”

You never know what is going to come out of a child’s mouth, especially one with the sense of humor like Bryce. He’s too smart for his own britches.

Congrats to Bryan and Jennifer on the newest edition to our growing family.