Very Very Very Old

My great-grandson calls me Very Very Old because I'm 70 years older than he is.  I am 76.  He is 6.  He feels he must help take care of me.  He opens doors, gives me the right golf club and tells people that I'm very old. I knew what club to use, but it was important to my great-grandson that he felt he was making a difference in my life.

He likes to watch what I eat so that I'm healthy.  He didn't think I should eat french fries at McDonald's because they would upset my stomach.  I know fries are not good for me, but at my age I can eat what I want.  I didn't eat them, though, because it was important to my little guy that he was helping me make better food choices.

When I would stay over night he would pull the blankets up on me to keep warm and he would also read me stories so that I wouldn't wear out my eyes.  I don't know where he comes up with these thoughts, but it sure is nice to have him care so much for my well being.  

It's not too bad getting old, you just have to play the game.