Grandboy: I have a girlfriend, you know.

Me: O, really?

Grandboy: Yah. She’s at school. She’s squishy.

Me: Squishy?

Grandboy: Yah, I hugged her once and she’s squishy.

Me: Boy, you’re too young to be thinking about girlfriends. And when you ARE old enough, don’t go round calling them squishy or you’ll get in trouble with ’em.

Grandboy: Even if they ARE squishy?

Me: Especially then.