There's nothing more tedious than grandparents singing the praises of their grandchildren, is there? So anyway:
According to my son, his youngest boy, Alfie, who is four or five (I ought to know but I don't) came into the kitchen the other morning with his little suitcase all packed and announced to the family: "I want to go to see Big Grandad." Dad replied "That could be difficult. We are in New Zealand and Big Grandad is in England." Alfie stood his ground and repeated his request. A lad who knows what he wants, obviously.