Two emissaries from America’s future came to visit and delivered a stern warning:
“Grandpa, Nana — y’all & your friends gotta fix up the mess this country’s in!
I started to answer, then they added, “But can we go to the park first?”
(After that we distracted them with blueberries & whipped cream . . . . )
It was a narrow escape.)
Awesome playtime with grandpa. I love it.
Time to schedule a defibrillator implant?
Or do we need a heart transplant?
Still fitting side by side on the slide.
There must be a metaphor here.
They know something…