I nearly spit out my cereal this morning when my grandma talked about my brother at my sister's baby shower they day before...
Grandma: "Oh Mike had a nice time. He enjoys things like that doesn't he?"
Me: "Yeah, Mike likes a good crowd."
Grandma: "But he kept asking me if I was ok. Ugh, he wouldn't stop 'Are you ok? Are you ok?' He wouldn't leave me alone!" (Said with a face of annoyance)
Me ~ waving my spoon in front of me, biting my tongue, and putting my spoon back in my bowl of cereal.
Grandpa ~ sees me struggling to keep the explosion of WFT inside of me
Me: (thoughts properly gathered) "Ha ha Grandma, maybe he's just getting you back for when you keep asking him if he's ok!!"
Grandma ~ not impressed.
Grandpa ~ laughing quietly at the end of the table....