If there is a third “G” in the “gimpy and grumpy” world, her name is Grace. The almost exactly 20-month-old granddaugher of the dual Gs came for a visit this afternoon. She was last in their Menlo Park backyard two weeks ago and discovered bugs, along with a baby size wading pool that sports a palm-tree shade. Whatever wiring a baby-soon-to-be-toddler’s brain has, this visit was marked by the utterance, “No bugs” and the constant reassurrance of the four adults present that there really were “no bugs.” Today’s visit also featured the introduction of her new red tunnel, picked up by the DGs at a garage sale just yesterday. There’s nothing like the enthusiasm of bright young spirit when facing the obstacles of severe gimpiness (and its resulting grumpiness).