As a grandmother, I feel it is my job, my duty, to share all of the precious moments I get to experience with my grandson.

I mean, that is what grandparents do, right?

We brag.

We boast.

We embellish.

We show photos to anyone who will glance at them.

I can remember long before cell phones were invented. People would pull their wallet out of their back pocket or purse and open it up to reveal an extremely long strand of plastic coverings.

As the photos unfolded, the viewer would silently sigh, emit a plastic smile and await their fate.

Having to look at people they don’t know, people they do not care to know, simply to appease a grandparent’s love for their grandchild, well, it is something we all do.

We do it because we would hope for that same respect when showing off our own pho

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