In a tiny scarf shop in Paris, the owner smiled at my grandma and me and said, “Ooo, two generations! Fun!”
“Nope, ” I said. “Three! She’s my grandma.” I beamed; I am so proud to have her and I like to show her off.
“No! She’s horribly gorgeous!” she said. “You are very lucky to have a grandma at your age! And such a vibrant one, too!”
Yup. Pretty much.