Jamie knew something was amiss when he and Frank were talking in the kitchen and the rest of the house was completely silent.

"Dad," he said, glancing around the kitchen. "Where did Grace go?"

"I don't know, son," he responded. "She was just in here."

"Give me a second. I think I know where she is," Jamie said, getting up and walking toward the living room.

Jamie and Grace were making their usual mid-week visit to Frank and Henry's house, stopping in to have an early dinner and to pass the time until they had to go pick up Eddie from work.

"Grace Margaret!" Jamie exclaimed, finding his two-year-old daughter sitting in the middle of a pile of crumpled up papers and in the process of ripping out another page from one of Frank's favorite books. He immediately took the book out of her hands and began to survey the damage. "Oh my god…"

The little girl looked up with wide eyes at his reaction and wringed her hands together nervously.

"What's going on?" Frank asked as he walked in a few moments later. "Oh boy."

"I'm so sorry, Dad," Jamie said as he began to pick up the crumpled pages. "I don't know how she would've gotten your book down from the shelf. I'll buy you another one."

"Don't worry about it, Jamie," Frank replied, giving a reassuring look to his granddaughter. "I actually left it out on the coffee table. I can always buy another copy. It's fine."

After cleaning up the mess, Jamie pulled Grace to her feet and took her off into the kitchen. He crouched down to her level and clasped her small hands in his.

"Okay Grace, that was a bad thing you did," he said firmly. "You shouldn't have ripped up Pop-Pop's book. That was not very nice."

Grace's piercing blue eyes started to water. The little girl very well understood when she was in trouble and hated it.

"You know better than to do something like that," Jamie continued.

Then, his resolve completely broke when Grace lowered her head and burst into tears. She was their sensitive soul, who always felt deeply anytime someone was in distress or when she got into trouble. He put his arms around her and pulled her in for a tight hug.

"It's okay, honey," he said, kissing the side of her head. "Don't cry."

Grace buried her face in his neck and cried harder.

"Just don't do that again, okay?" he said, rubbing a reassuring hand over her back. "I'm not mad at you and I know Pop-Pop isn't either. How about we eat a cookie with Pop-Pop? How does that sound?"

It took a minute but the little girl finally perked up and nodded to his offer. He held her hand and led her to the table, sitting her up in a chair then handed her one of Henry's famous chocolate chip cookies. She took it, let out a small thank you and began to munch on it.

Jamie took a seat next to her and wiped her tears then looked up to see Frank, who had been watching the entire time.

"I don't think I handled that very well," Jamie replied, running a hand over Grace's head as she ate her cookie.

"What do you mean?" Frank asked, taking a seat across from them. "I think you handled that fine."

"You weren't that easy with us. I don't remember you giving me cookies when I did something bad," Jamie explained.

"That's because that's as far as you can remember. By that time, you were older and should've known better. You're not any different with Grace than I was with you. When I would discipline you, you'd immediately burst into tears, just like she did, because you knew that you did something wrong. I think it hurt you more to get a firm talking to than me or your mom yelling. I would always feel terrible that I made you cry so I'd take you out for a treat or to the park to play. Your mom would do the same. You're just like any other parent out there, son."

"So, I handled that okay?"

Frank nodded, "You did just fine. She's only two. Grace doesn't know any better right now. She's definitely a better behaved two year old than a few others I remember, namely her Uncle Danny. She's an absolute angel compared to what we had to deal with. The one book she messed up would've been five or six with Danny. Hell, he probably would've knocked down the book shelf. He tested us any chance he got."

Jamie let out a small laugh, "Did he now?"

"Yep. But I'll be honest, there's been a few times where I wish I could go back to those days with all of you," Frank replied with a hint of nostalgia in his voice, then glanced at Grace. "Cherish this time that she's little, Jamie. She's going to grow up faster than you think."

He gave a small sad smile as he kissed the side of Grace's head, "I know."

"Is your cookie good, sweetheart?" Frank asked her.

"It good," Grace responded.

"Do you want some to take home with you?" he asked. "Pop-Pop has plenty to share. I'm sure your mama would like some."

Grace nodded excitedly while Jamie shook his head and laughed. "She just got in trouble and now you're offering her more cookies."

"She didn't get in trouble with me," Frank pointed out. "Besides, I'm Pop-Pop. If I want to give her more cookies then I can. Right, honey?"

"Right, Pop-Pop!" she replied with an adoring smile to her grandfather.

"Oh geez," Jamie responded, giving a comedic face palm and watched as Frank scooped the two year old out of her chair and assisted her in packing up her treats.

Then, Frank set the little girl back down and she walked back over to Jamie. She tugged on his arm, pulled him down to her level and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"I luh you, Dada," she said, squeezing her arms around his neck.

Jamie smiled softly and hugged her back, "I love you too, Grace."