This made me tear up a lot. My grandpa passed away in 2012 (before I figured out a lot of things, including being nonbinary) and he always called me his “first grandbaby” also. (I was the only one for like 9 years.) And we talked once about how he had expected that I (being AFAB) would like dolls, but learned quickly that I didn’t, and was okay with that. He told me all he wanted was to see me happy, so if that meant getting me tractors (he noticed I liked the ones he already had from the boy my uncle took care of for a while), LEGOs, and a gameBOY, he had no problem with it. And even though he originally bought me dolls, I never even knew they were for me because no one pushed me to be interested in them. (I didn’t tell him that I actually had terrifying headcanons about the dolls that made me never want to even look at them.)

[We had the conversation because one day I visited and he had a 3-foot tall stereotypical Native American girl doll in his living room. I found a way to mention basically “I sure hope that isn’t for me” in conversation and his response was basically a laughing “Absolutely not, I know you better than that,” which was a huge relief.]