Like Pap-Pap, Like Grandson

My (step) Dad has this way of getting on my mom's nerves while they are watching TV.  He will open a bag of chips very slowly.  He seems to think that the slower he opens the bag the less noise it will make.  He then picks through the bag, shaking the chips around,  making even more crinkling noises, trying to find just the right chip.  When he finally finds that perfect chip he slowly chews and crunches it.  After about two chips you can just see my mom's nerves stand on end.

I don't get to witness this chip eating tradition between the two of them anymore, but I can still hear the bag and chips and my mom saying, "Barry!"

And then along came Lil Mootz.  He certainly is his Pap-Pap's grandson...