My parents were over for dinner the other night and after we had eaten, L and my mom were cuddling on the couch. He hugged her arm and said, "Yam, your arm is like Jello. Squishy, soft, brown Jello."
I was horrified and he could tell by the look on my face. "But!" he protested, "I like Jello. Jello is good!!"
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On Mother's Day, while we were eating lunch, my dad made a comment about how great is was to have moms, grandmas and a great-grandma all together.
K looked around the table and then straight at my Nana and said, "Well, my great-grandma is DEAD."
Silence. I guess she really does pay attention to what we tell her when she looks at pictures of Mike's grandma--who has passed away.
Then Nana gently reminded K that she was Kate's great-grandma to which Kate replied, "My great-grandma is dead. You're just Nana."
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