After grandson David’s college graduation, we were driving through the Pennsylvania countryside on our way home. He and I were in the second row of seats to make chatting easier. The headrest prevented his seeing to the front, so he tried to remove it. It wouldn’t budge. With the tips of his toes, he maneuvered the levers on the side of the seat until it was as far back as it would go. I laughed that he had stuck out his tongue, so he posed that way. How could anyone keep a straight face while watching that?

Contorting himself a bit more, David covered his toes with Grandpa’s flannel shirt. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and using the headrest as a chin rest. Surely doubters will now see for themselves that we have serious fun with our grandsons around. I would say we were laughing a mile a minute, but John was driving faster than that.