I have a friend. Let's call her Berkshire. She has a son. Let's call him Phillip.
On her days off, Berkshire wafts to Instagram and posts the most loving images of Phillip. Here's Phillip playing the guitar. There's Phillip getting his hair dyed green. Oh, look, doesn't Phillip look great backlit?
I tease Berkshire about this, because, well, it almost seems like a girlfriend posting images of her boyfriend. She blushes and gets cross, sometimes simultaneously.