The little guy was lying on Wolcott's lap, his face filled with joy.
With his tiny demeanor, it looked as though he was attempting to climb up onto Wolcott's body!
Cerillo walked over pulling Julissa, and pretended to be displeased as he said, "Harley, don't be impolite."
Wolcott had never thought that his grandson would stick to him so closely, and he laughed heartily as he picked him up.
Wolcott said, "Our Harley has been very polite, he started greeting people as soon as he came. Isn't that so?"
Harley, clenching Wolcott's hand, looked very secure. He chuckled and said, "Yes, Harley has been very polite! There are just two people whom Harley doesn't know how to address, which is why he didn't greet them."
He then asked old lady Harley, "Great-grandma, how should Harley address them?"
The little guy's crisp voice was full of queries.
