“I’m sorry, Nanny, but I have to steal your grandson for a moment. Joey, I have a little present for you.” “We,” John called over from where he was helping Gibsie untangle himself from the net of a goalpost. “We have a present for him.” “Don’t mind him,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It was my idea.” “Actually, it was both of our—” “Stop stealing my thunder, John,”
