Like grandpa, like father, like son

I'm betting that, at this very moment, my dear husband is asleep in the armchair in front of the tube, oblivious to the sights and sounds of NASCAR drivers racing around the track in front of him. Know why I think this? 'Cause his dad, whom I love dearly, is doing just that in the next room. Jack, also currently napping, shared a bowl of popcorn with his grandpa in that armchair just a short while ago. If Jack and I were at home, he probably would have done the same thing with his dad. Those ever-predictable Marshall boys!