My grandson, Kevin, (about 7 at the time), his Dad and I are gathered around the computer. I'm seated. They're standing. Kevin's head is about the level of my shoulder.
As I'm typing, and I am a fast typist, that package of fat, hanging from my upper arms, is jiggling in the process.
"Grandma, what's that?", Kevin asks.
"What's what, honey?" is my reply. I have no idea what he's talking about.
"What's that?"
I turn and lift my arm as I try to figure out what Kevin is pointing at. He's pointing to the flap of fat that's hanging from my upper arm.
I immediately look at Mike (Kevin's Dad). I can see that Mike is embarrassed at his son's innocent exposure of one of my defects."
"O My Gosh!", I say. "I must be getting my angel wings early!" Big smile.
Kevin smiles. Mike smiles. I smile.
Sometimes life is like that.
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