The grandchildren and their parents were leaving for a trip to Florida, and they stopped at our house in their car to pick up Papa so he could drive them to the airport, drop them off, and then bring their car back here. I went out to the car to say goodbye, and Papa got in. "We're going to Florida!" D exclaimed.
"But Papa's not going with us," K added.
"Maybe next time when he's a little older he can go with us," their father suggested to the kids.
"Yeah," said K, "maybe when he's 30."
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