Morning, Boss
We took our granddaughter out to dinner last night. While we're sitting there waiting for the server to come take our order, I say, "Well Tessa, 11 huh? Wow, how time flies." She smiled at me just a little and does this
So I look over at Mrs. P for some clue and she says, "Tessa's 13, Dear." Then Tess, laughs out loud and rolls her eyes again. The three of us are all looking at each other now with heads swiveling like six-shooters at a Mexican stand-off. She giggles again, and says, "I'm 12 Pappa."
This grandparent business is more difficult than you would think. Just as you start to loose your faculties, a crap load of people you need to keep track of come into your life.