Grampa Alan is wrapped around this little girl's pinkie to say the least. He is her biggest fan, and she knows she gets spoiled when she's with him.
Leave me alone, I'm strolling around with my grandaughter.
Lina, come on. I'll hold you just the way you want and spoil you rotten. Come on.
Now I think I've died and gone to heaven. Beer in one hand, grandbaby in the other, sitting at the beach on a Friday afternoon.
Good Morning. I came to get you bright and early. No sense in putting off the spoiling.
You can say no to her. It won't hurt my feelings.