During one night of Grandma’s visit, the following conversation took place:

Grandma: “What’s for dinner?”

Me: “Pancakes.”

Grandma: “Pancakes?!?!”

Me: “Yep.”

(Now, I must point out that my children and my husband are THRILLED when I make pancakes for dinner. But I’m afraid my mother was horrified).

Grandma: “I could really go for pizza.”

(Me rolling eyes)

But, I initiated the drill: Dress children (this of course involves locating 8 sets of shoes), load children into the sprinter, buckle children (yes, all 8 are still in car seats or boosters, but at least most of them can buckle themselves).

As Jim starts driving, Grandma is still fumbling with her seatbelt. Apparently it is stuck and she can’t get it working.

Grandma: “That’s ok, I’ll just be careful.”

Brett: “How are you going to be careful if we get into a car accident?”

Me: “She’ll just crash into the windshield very carefully.” (I know, sarcasm is not very attractive, but sometimes it is just so fitting).

At our destination, Daddy fixes Grandma’s seat belt (so she doesn’t have to be careful any more – oops, more sarcasm).

After Grandma expresses her thanks to Jim, Brett announces, “That’s why we keep him around.”

Wow, I don’t know what’s scarier, that my baby girl is becoming witty, or that she sounds just like me!