“You can’t go in there!” Doris heard a little boy’s voice.
She twisted from her perch on the ladder. “Of course I can.”
Doris lifted her right foot to the next rung, “I’ve climbed this high, why can’t I go in?”
She laughed and said, “Do you have some silly rule about no girls?”
The boy shook both his fists, “You are an adult.”
“I am not an adult!” Doris fired back at the little red headed boy.
The boy looked confused, “You are old, you must be 100.”
She continued to climb.
The little boy turned in a huff and began to yell, “Mom, grandma is trying to get in my treehouse again!”
The mother guided the boy back to the yard and reminded him that grandma doesn’t remember that she is an adult.
She took the boy’s cheeks in both her hands, “Please be patient with grandma, she gets confused.”
The woman stood and took the boy by the hand. “Come on, let’s get Grandma out of the tree.”

- photo by Yarnspinnerr
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