For some reason, my mom calls Baby Boy her boyfriend. As in, "Oh, this little guy? Yes, he's my boyfriend."
It was strange, but grandmothers will be as they be.
Now my mother has a real boyfriend.
She called this morning (she babysat BB a few nights ago) to regale me with a funny tale about "her boyfriend." She went on and on about how he likes spending all day in his jammies even when they are covered with food and the fuss he makes when he doesn't get a sponge bath before bed.
I still have no idea if she was talking about my two- year old son or her 75-year old mate.
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