Old Dog, Old Tricks

I have grandchildren. Three of them: two boys and one girl.

I generally say this while holding my hand out at waist level, as if they are still toddlers, when I should be holding it at head height. The oldest is now 14, and the girl is 9. The middle child, Charlie, is 12, and he is a writer.

I found this out last year when we visited them in the States. He was showing me a project he was working on involving photos of his dinosaurs taken with his mom’s phone, which he turned into a sort of...