When your seven-year-old grandson comes over while you have to work and decides giving Grandma a new cursor is the best.
I live across the street from the middle school my oldest granddaughter attends. For an end of the year event, they had fire performers. The next day while walking Buddy, I saw the aliens had landed.
Whenever we have the rarity to have all my grand kids together, we take a picture of grandma with them. I love it. They moan about having to stop playing. It’s a thing. — Namaste