Lunch with Mama

I had the pleasure of having lunch with my grandmother yesterday. We usually go to a restaurant with paper and crayons on the tables. I always doodle something when I go there. The restaurant has picture frames all over the walls with drawings that customers make. When I was little I wanted to get my drawing up on the wall so badly. The manager would always come and tell me he would hang up my drawing but he never did and I never knew where all the drawings went. Now I just rip the drawings off the table and give them to my grandmother. I realize now that I should have been doing that anyway.
My grandmother doesn’t like getting her picture taken. Below is a representation of how much she doesn’t like having her picture taken. I love you grandma! Peace.