This is a heartwarming memoir of introspection and observation, a humorous look into a family with the kind of enchanting moments and unflinching devotion, blended with mess and exhaustion, that we can all relate to. Jack’s batteries are running out in his head. But only for songs. Through the inventive eyes of this little boy and his grandmother, we are given insight into their world together, with the fun and wonderment of two lives that are full of beautiful instants, floppy bits, and intimate scenes that make your heart stop. This is the story of Buba and Jack making whipped cream and making magic, a captivating chronicle permeated by the kind of intense love that can only be given by a grandmother.