Pssst! I’m a Grandma.
Then I still won’t quit. I’m from a family of females. I learned how to argue with my rice cereal.
I hope you know I’m playing. Not only does my family argue relentlessly, but we also have a terrible sense of humor.
And I’m a grandma, too! How many and how old? (I’ve got one and she’s TWO. Just ask her. She’ll tell you.)