Evelyn was just about to answer when hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.
A second later, a small figure appeared, nearly skidding to a stop.
"Grandma!" Oliver shouted, his face lighting up like it was his birthday all over again. "You come!"
He ran straight into Martha's arms.
"Oh...oh!" she laughed, bending down despite her age and wrapping him in a tight hug. "My goodness! Are you trying to knock Grandma over?"
Oliver giggled. "Daddy says I'm strong now."
"I can see that," Martha said, pulling back to examine him closely. "You've grown so much taller! Last time I saw you, you were this height, barely reached my waist." She said, holding her hand at her waist to show Oliver's height last time she saw him.
"Really? I think that's because I eat a lot of munchies and drink a lot of milk," Oliver declared proudly. "Especially blueberry muffins and donuts and chocolate milk!"
Evelyn chuckled. "Don't forget pumpkin pie," she added.
