My Son Invited Me on a Family Beach Vacation – But When We Reached the Hotel, His Wife Handed Me a Schedule and Said, “This Is Why We Brought You”

“Grandma, you need vacation nails.”

“Do I?”

“Yes! Pale pink. It’s beachy.”

So I painted my nails pale pink because when a six-year-old says something with that much confidence, somebody should probably listen.

For twenty minutes, we talked about dolphins and seashells. Her older brother Matt briefly appeared on-screen, rolled his eyes the way only a ten-year-old who already feels exhausted by life can, but his smile seemed wrong somehow.

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