Nettie couldn't help but smile as she went through the photo albums she had found. There were a lot of them. More than she had remembered. Oh, how small her daughter had been. And Ziva had been even smaller. She still was, in fact. Though, she did not like that to be pointed out now any more than she did when she was a child.

Oh, look at this one with Ziva and Tali! One of the boy cousins, probably Uri - that boy was always a mischief maker, had poured a bucket of sand over their heads. That had not been pleasant to get out of their curls. The girls had got him back, of she remembered correctly. She flipped over to the next set of photos. Ah ha, yes, they did. There was Uri buried up to his neck in the sand with Ziva looking extremely triumphant with her spade next to him. As she should have been, he was four years older than her and an awful lot bigger. He had been left there for a good half an hour, if Nettie remembered correctly. Ziva had told them that Uri wanted to and was having lots of fun - the naughty child. It was only when he started shouting about needing the bathroom that they realised what had really happened. That would be a good photo to send. Oh, and the sandy hair one so it would make sense.

Aw, look at this one. Ziva was in a party dress, hair actually brushed for a change. It looked like someone had put some of that pink eye shadow that was designed for children on her eyelids. It was very glittery. The perils of having older girl cousins who had just been allowed to wear makeup the first time themselves. And yes, there were her daughters all dressed up as well, looking very pleased with themselves.

Nettie quickly flipped through the pages. So many pictures. Ziva and Tali were in so many. Ari too but she did not think Ziva would want those pictures shared.

How was she supposed to choose which ones to send? There were so many good ones.

Oh, there was this cute one of her with a bucket on her head. Though, it had been a tough time getting all that sand out of her curls at the end of the day. Had definitely not been fun. Why did Ziva always seem to end up with sand in her curls? It was a recurring theme in this album.

What about this one? Her and Tali were paddling by the water's edge, kicking at the waves that were rolling in. Ziva had kicked too hard at one of them and ended up on her backside. She had glared at the water every time she looked at it for the rest of that trip.

Her grievances with the water had been resolved by the next trip and you couldn't get her out of it. She was like a little fish, Ziva was.

Right, she was getting off track. Photos, photos, she had to choose what photos to send to Tony.

Well, he did mention something about Ziva and sandcastles. He had told her the whole story, or at least he had tried to. She had only caught some of it because he was talking so fast and he had been rambling a lot. Her English may be good (better than her niece's, in fact) but it was not good enough to decipher that. Especially over an international call.

Nettie started pulling photos out. Maybe it would be easier if she had fewer to choose between. Though, it wasn't long before she had a small stack next to her. There were just so many.

Nettie put the last photo back in the album with a satisfied noise. Okay, she had made her decisions. It hadn't been easy but she had made them. Did she have too many photos to send? There was no such thing in her opinion. And there were just some that she couldn't choose between. So, she didn't. She didn't not think that Tony would mind. It was quite a nice pile of photographs; she couldn't help but smile at them.

Now to send them. She sighed heavily. She was going to have to use the computer now, wasn't she? That was what she had been dreading this whole time. It was fun choosing the picture, it was not going to be much fun sending them.

No, Nettie did not like the computer. She always felt so slow and old using it for anything other than browsing the internet. And even that made her feel old now since just let week she managed to download a virus. Something she still wasn't too sure what it was. A virus was something you got when you were sick, was it not?

But despite all of this, she had begrudgingly learned how to use it. And it was useful, she was loathe to admit. But she was convinced that it did not like her or that it was plotting to do something to her.

No. She could handle this. She was not completely incompetent, no matter what her children thought. Sending an email was easy. She had done it before. She'd also sent pictures before Okay, perhaps that had been with some help bit she had done all the button clicks.

That phone of hers was going to remain unrung because she was going to do this herself. No daughters required.

With that final thought, she sat herself down in the computer chair and confidently reached for the mouse. It did not even look like a mouse.

[xxxxxx]

Okay, it turned out that she did need one of her daughters to help her. She just could not get the stupid scanner working. Not that she particularly enjoyed conversing defeat and usually she would not but there was a very charming American agent waiting for these pictures on the other side of the world. Even more importantly, he was Ziva's partner. She could not simply keep him waiting.

Thankfully Noya only loved a few doors down and did know how to work the scanner and it was soon running. Nettie was pretty sure that she had done all the same steps as she had done bit apparently, she had not. Silly machine, it never did behave. It once printed something that was colour in black and white. How ridiculous was that? Allegedly it had been a setting she had selected but Nettie wasn't so sure.

At least she was better than her husband. He managed to break the scanner itself. They had had to buy a new one and everything. So, technically she could blame him for her not understanding this scanner. It was far more hi-tech than their old one. It had all these options that you couldn't possibly need.

'Beep, beep, Beep'.

No, that was for faxing. She didn't want to fax, she wanted to scan.

'Beep, beep, Beep'.

Oh, wait, she hadn't put her pictures in yet. Whoops. Now that was embarrassing.

'Beep, beep, beep'.

Ah ha! It was working. It was scanning. See, she could do this. It was easy. There had been no need for Noya to give her such doubtful looks when she said that she would be able to do it herself. She was perfectly capable.

And, look, it was done! How quick was that? Good thing too because she had lots to scan.

A quick look at the screen soon had Nettie frowning.

"Why are the photos upside down?" Nettie asked in exasperation, staring at the screen.

She was tempted to hit it. Very tempted. But then she wouldn't get to send these pictures so she would just have to do that later. Technology was incredibly stupid sometimes. Why could it not just do what you wanted it to do? This was so stupid. Smart technology. She snorted. Stupid technology, more like

"Why can you not do as you are supposed to?" She lamented.

And, yes, she may have hit it. Just a little tap. To show that she was displeased with it.

"Ima," Noya said in exasperation, coming into the room when she heard her shout. "What is wrong now?"

"It is nothing," Nettie dismissed, not wanting to admit that she still didn't know what she was doing.

Her children always teased her about her incompetence with technology. It was not her fault that it changed so quickly. You barely got used to one thing before a newer one came along.

Noya wasn't fooled and soon she was nudged to the side to she could see the screen.

"An error? Ima, how did you do this?"

Why did she sound so shocked? It was not her fault that the email wasn't working correctly!

"I do not know. I did nothing."

"You obviously did."

"I did nothing."

There was no way that she caused this error. She had done everything the way she normally did. Something must have gone wrong with the computer and she told her daughter as much. Who was not very impressed by that explanation by the way.

"Right."

Why did her own daughter not believe her? How insulting was that?

"Just show me," Nettie said impatiently.

"You just do this, then this and this," Noya said, clicking through the steps for her.

Nettie shook her head. "That is too many steps."

"It is three button clicks!"

"Too many steps!"

Another huff from Noya, very like the huffs she used to give her when she was a teenager. She never did like those huffs.

"Then you're going to have to scan it again and this time out the photo in the right place," she said, opening the scanner and taking the photo out. "See?" She pointed into the machine, there were arrows along two of the sides. Very small arrows. "Put the top of the photo where it says 'top' and it will appear on the computer screen the right way around."

Nettie frowned. Was it really that simple? Why had she not seen that before?

"And this will make it work?"

See that eye roll? She could do without that eye roll.

"Yes, Ima. It will make the picture be the right way around. You still need to attach it to an email and send the email, though."

"I can do those bits!" Nettie said indignantly.

"I'm not sure you can..."

Noya dodged the swat Nettie aimed at her, laughing.

"Oh, leave me to it," Nettie grumbled.

"Gladly."

Honestly. Daughters.