CHILD-ESQUE
My grandmother sent me down to the provision shop get some potatoes for an impromptu Saturday night dinner. I took the lift down, saw that it has closed for the day and went back up. I yelled out to her when I re-entered the house, that there were no spuds for me to buy and went back to my room.
Sometime later, she stands at my door and observes me (something she does very often). I look up from my computer screen and our eyes met. Where is your five dollar, she asked softly. I free it from the weight of my notebook and waved it at her. She nods, smiles and returns to her room where she is waiting for the commencement of her favourite tv show.
I think it's silly and sweet at the same time when my grandmother treats me like a child.