Ah, my first grandbaby. How I loved that boy. I babysat him while his dad was in the Army and his mom finished high school.
He looked like this a lot of the time, but I still loved him.
These days, I'm used to seeing him underneath his pickup. Sometimes his grandpa helps, like in this picture.
Other times he goes it alone. (Although you can see his grandpa's watchful eyes over his shoulder.)
Usually these pickup problems are caused by something he did himself.
Grandchildren. You can't live with them and you can't live without them.
Especially if they are living in your house.