So there’s this ongoing joke in my family that when I’m in France I go to the grocery store to buy clothes. And I admit, it’s technically true. I like getting SOME of my clothes at Leclerc, a large grocery store chain in France that is set up like the large Fred Meyer stores we have in the US.

You can get groceries, to be sure, and at decent prices. Both Leclerc and Fred Meyer also sell household goods, even furniture and automotive things. There are sporting goods and electronics.

And, yes, clothes.

So every time we come to France, I make plans to head to Leclerc to check out the latest in men’s fashion. Or, better put, for the bargains that I might be wearing later this year.

Staying at the Bertail’s, and with Melinda hanging out with Christine and with Bérnard at work, I decided I’d walk to the Leclerc where I did most of our family’s grocery shopping during the sabbatical year, the place where I’ve bought quite a few of my clothes over the years.

Now one thing different about this year compared to past years, this time I’m a grandfather. In other words, I never really had reason to look at the baby clothes at Leclerc before now. And, boy, did I look. In fact, I was so taken by the cuteness I saw that I sent a text to Chloe, mother of Rémy, mother of my grandson!

It was about 1pm here in France when I sent the text, what is 4am back in Seattle. And guess what? Chloe was awake, feeding Rémy. She texted me right back:

Spoiler alert – Rémy will have some clothes from the grocery store. Just like me, Grandy, his grandfather.