My MIL calls me the other day to tell me a conversation she had with my 3yo niece, her granddaughter.
J: Gammar, are my cousins your cousins?
MIL: No. I am their Grandmother too.
J: Oh. I thought Mr. Shell was their grandmother.
(Some of you may not know my name is Michelle. Apparently, known as Mr. Shell to my nieces. I blame their mother.)
This happened a few weeks after a lady at the H0t Air Balloon ride asked if I had any grandkids yet.
All of this is so wrong any way you look at it. So wrong…
On a brighter note, I get to see this message, from my youngest, every day during math.
Have a great Monday!