It seems that this grand parenting thing has our kids a little confused. Today, Nathan asked me if he could start calling me "Grammy." uh, let me think about that- NO! I explained that his children will be welcomed to call me Grammy or whatever he chooses when the time comes but I see no reason to rush into things.
"But if my kids call you Grammy, what will I call you?"
"Well...there are lots of possibilities. We could go with Mrs. Sexton, Beautiful, Great and Wise One, or we could just stick with MAMA since that is who I will still be."
Between this and his period of mourning over my 34th birthday, I'm beginning to get a complex.
Off to take my Geritol...if I can just remember where I put it.