My grandfather’s got this girlfriend and I’m happy for him. Yeah, I’m happy for him…But, well, I just want to know – Did he get butterflies when he first saw her? Did he blush when she smiled back at him? Or is love different for them? Love. No that can’t be it. Lust. I meant to say lust. Lust? No, no, that can’t be it either. Why do they have to claim exclusivity at that age? Do they…have sex? No way. No. No way. Hmm…no, gross. But well, I just don’t understand why they can’t just be friends. What’s with the label, Grandpa? I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s great! She’s okay. She’s fine. She makes good hot chocolate. You know, not everyone can make good hot chocolate. She uses whole milk and normally I’m opposed because that’s a lot of fat and sugar and I’m pretty conscious about stuff like that, but I’m trying to be a team player here and plus, she uses big marshmallows and toasts them. She’s toasts the freakin’ marshmallows! It’s out of this world, really. And maybe she’s just doing that to be a team player, too. But it’s working. And I’m happy for Grandpa. I just…well, she’s not Grandma.