Bring Him to Me
What Grandmaman had to say about me getting serious with DH.
Grandmaman: So, this man, you are serious about him. I can tell… He has a baby?
Me: His son is eight.
Grandmaman: Okay, so you bring him to me.
Me: What? Bring who? You met him already. Remember? You called him Steve. (DH is not named Steve.)
Grandmaman: The little boy.
Me: What? Are you kidding? You don’t like children.
Grandmaman: I don’t know what to do with them. That is not the same. You bring him to me.
Me: (suspicious) Bring him to you for what?
Grandmaman: I have to make sure he is not ugly.
Me: (laughing) What!?
Grandmaman: That is not funny. You cannot married him if the baby is ugly. No ugly baby.
Me: You have lost your mind.
Grandmaman: No. What does he look like then?
Me: He looks like an eight year old boy. Skinny.
Grandmaman: Okay then. Saturday, you bring him to me. (turns on news)
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