On Monday after I have Epic, my grandpa comes and takes care of me over the lunch hour. We eat lunch together. After lunch, we paint usually. Sometimes I pick blogging over painting. Sometimes he has me wear a hat. He calls it my artist’s hat. He thinks I look like Picasso with it on. I laughed in February when Mom said grandpa was doing Monday lunches. I went from someone that was crazy to someone that is caring. He isn’t paid to take care of me.