Grandma at the Airport

When I stopped the bus to pick up little five year old Chris forpreschool, I noticed an older woman hugging him as he left the house.

- Is that your grandmother? - I asked Chris when he boarded.

- Yes - Chris said.

- She's come to visit us for Christmas.

- How nice - I said.

- Where does she live?

- At the airport - Chris replied.

- Whenever we want her we just go out there and get her.