Another kind of fictive kin

Keeping up that millennial stereotype, I just had to help my mom work the printer.

So she could print off the only thing old ladies care about: pictures of grandchildren -- obviously she doesn't have any actual grandchildren, but her friends' and sisters' grandkids fulfil the role for her, which is actually really nice.

Mom made a nice Freudian slip the other day when she was bitching to one of her sisters about not having an updated picture of that sister's grandson, and she said something about wanting it to put "with the rest of the grandchildren." She quickly corrected herself but I was so glad to hear her say that, as it's the closest thing I've had so far to confirmation that she thinks of these kids that way, even though I first noticed a few years ago that this is how she seemed to be acting toward them.

It makes me feel better about not making grandparents of my parents, who'd be great at it. Anyway they'll see all these fictive grandchildren a lot more than they'd see any actual ones I had!

Pictures

...of almost everything mentioned in this entry (DW gives tiny thumbnail pictures but all can be clicked to embiggen):

Here's me and The Tiniest Kitten:


I tried to get a picture of how little he is but there were so many other kittens around.


But I had fun trying. He obligingly kept looking at me with his intense eyes.

Here's this year's two apples so far. And the teeny evergreens next to the apple trees.




And here's a picture of something I didn't mention the other day because I didn't know I'd get to do it! This is the first time I drove a tractor in about twenty years.