I recently took my kids to visit my mom. When we got there, Mom went through the ritual of kissing everyone and exclaiming over them and tickling/harassing/loving on them. Later, we got in our car to drive up the canyon to eat some hot dogs. Mom was still getting some stuff in the house and I was buckling in children.
Clover said to me, "I love coming to Grandma's house because Grandma likes me!"
A sermon in a sentence.