Aren’t children precious? I still have a 1/144 Starfighter painted in purple and pink by my daughter, which she then rejected because it didn’t look like my models. I was also told that “When you get old, I’m going to make you live in a cardboard box.” The same daughter is now in her third tri-mester, with a girl. I have a feeling of foreboding about what awaits me when my daughter and her daughter collectively decide that dad/grandpa needs some guidance.