“I remember when I was younger than my grandson, I used to play with my grandmother’s inner arms, the loose hanging skin jiggled so playfully with me so that her wrinkled skin would amuse me to compensate for her lack of energy.
Now my grandson does the same to my inner arms, and asks me similar questions that I used to ask when I was his age. Its funny now that I think about how this cycle is going to repeat itself for generations to come.”
My grandmother used to say that all the time whenever I would play with her inner arms. Unfortunately my grandson doesn’t play with my wrinkled body or ask me questions, he just stares into a screen and says it can answer all his questions and that it can play with him anytime he wants.