One day, when Jasper was about 3 1/2 or so, I helped him get dressed while he was standing on his bed. As soon as we finished, he jumped down and, in his best Mick Jagger strut, swaggered up to his full-length closet door mirror, paused in a saucy one-shoulder-dip pose, and exclaimed: "How GROOVY!! How groovy and handsome I am!!!"
From that day on, Greg called Jasper 'Groovy Handsome'. That is, until he got a look at my baby's daddy and amended the moniker with the addition of a second-generation ranking.
Happy Birthday, Junior!!