Grandboy is teaching me music basics. When I sing a tune in what I think is in a minor or diminished key, he gets angry. Same tune, in a major key, gets kudos (yes, good JOB, Gwumpa) and he may even chime in to harmonise. Some folks pay money for that kind of tutoring, haha

Grandboy (playing a video game): What is that FLIPPIN’ zombie doing?!?!

Me (in a dangerous rumbly voice): WHAT did you say, boy?

Grandboy (realising the gravity of the situation): Oh, no Gwumpa I mean it’s really flipping over and over like cartwheels but forward, look Gwumpa look at the screen…