I remember going to my grandparents' house as much as possible as a kid. Somehow even when grandma didn't know I was coming over, she would always, always be in the big kitchen window waving when I pulled in and she'd be right back there when I left waving good-bye. That was after she'd say good bye in the garage and it was always see you later, alligator. after a while, crocodile when I was little and occasionally as I got older. My grandpa would always ask me if everything was working well on my car and then be right out there regardless of what I said checking it over and making sure. If he found something to fix, it was always "my birthday present" no matter when it was.
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