"You can pick whatever you like." Frances brought him to the biggest toy store she could find.
As they said, if she wanted something done right, she should do it herself. That was her mistake with her kids. She did not oversee their growing-up years.
Now, she was not making the same mistake again. For her, nothing but the very best should satisfy her grandson's taste. He should never settle for less.
"Anything, Grandma?" The young boy repeated, seemingly suprised. "I mean, I can pick anything I like."
She watched her grandson's eyes widen at the variety of toys surrounding him. There were cars, bikes, action figures, building blocks, electronic gadgets, and many more in varying sizes.
Her grandson ran from one aisle to another, seemingly choosing from one plaything to another, unable to decide what he would like to buy.
