"How was your day?"

  The little boy beamed a toothy grin. 

  "What made it so good?" 

  He thought.  "You didn't tell me there was gonna be a Grandpa!" 

  The woman who'd raised the boy patted a spot to sit beside on the cushioned bench.  "I see.  Yes, it's a family, so even though I didn't know, it makes sense that there is a Grandpa."

  Some sun screening behind the bench rattled raspily and a voice bellowed, There.  Tel Aviv is open for business.