Recently a friend was commenting on the sweet relationship I have with this kid. Have you ever watched (or read) "A Christmas Memory," by Truman Capote? It is rebroadcast every year at Christmastime. (Available on NetFlix.) It's about this crazy old lady who bakes 30+ fruitcakes with her young nephew. (I think that's how they're related.)
At any rate, it's an annual event. Lots of people in town get them and this year two, not just one, are mailed to President Roosevelt and his wife - they each get one. Most of the town groans, they can't stand these fruitcakes, but one other isolated eccentric really appreciates her gift. The kid seems to understand this old bag, he is as involved in the baking project as she is and fully participates. Their relationship is so very much like the one I am currently enjoying with Youngest Grandson.