Grandboy: Gwumpa, you’re not going to die for a looooong time, right, gwumpa?

Me: I don’t know that.

Grandboy: What? You don’t know you’ll live a long time?

Me: Nope. I might live a looooong time, I might live a short time. I might die this afternoon. You never know when you’ll die.

Grandboy: Wow you don’t know when you’ll die.

Me: Nope. But I do know something.

Grandboy: What’s that gwumpa?

Me: I know I can hug you right now. I know I can do good things for people today. I know you love me.

Grandboy (hugs me): Yah I know that too

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Disney doesn’t hold the market on tear-jerker moments.

Grandboy (with silent stealthy moves, deftly and powerfully leaps onto the sleeping form of his gwumpa in the morning): …

Me (with equally stealthy moves, deftly and powerfully flips the oncoming bundle of unknown off onto the floor): …

Grandboy stops pretending to be a ninja so he can pretend to be a police siren for a spell.