“Bingo!” my grandma yelled from beside me. I snapped my head towards her. She stood with her finger pointed straight at me.

“My granddaughters, got bingo” she grinned. The caller at the front walked over to where I sat. He eyed my playing card. He nodded curtly and marked something on his notepad as he walked away.

Bingo?

I’m six. I’m just here for the cool stamp markers.