Pick a small object to be given one day to your great-grandchild. Write a letter to that child explaining why you have chosen this object.

 If it was a small object i'd say the piano. Well, look - you're getting that anyway. Both a lovely thing to have and an albatross around your neck.

So what do you get? Noakie. I'd hope by the time i've croaked Noakie will be eighty, and by exension so will I. When you have a toy for 98% of you life you can't help but wonder how long he'll be around after you're gone so this isn't something that's useful or perhaps something you'd want but I'd hope you'd look at him and think of me. You're his new custodian and you're to pass him down the line. I'd hope he'd outlast us all.