Raging Granny

My Mom has never been one to shy away from a good confrontation. Over the years, I've watched her scold teachers, doctors, lawyers, city officials, and, I believe, the State Superintendent of Education. The woman has no fear.

Now that she's a Granny, it's much, much worse...

I happened to mention to her in passing that I took her grandbaby to the mall play area today. In the course of his big fun, he was pushed by a rather rotund 3-year-old that didn't want to share. No major drama, no injuries and it was forgotten in seconds.

I will have to keep these stories to myself from now on.

This was the phone call I just received:

I think I need to come up there and go to the play area. Someone needs their butt kicked.

He didn't hurt him, and your grandbaby has sharing issues as well.

Well, I don't like it when you say that. I'm sure he didn't do anything wrong. One eyeball from me and the chubby kid will run off crying. I need to go to the play area.

Mom, have you been stewing about this all day?

Maybe. All I know is that I can't hear stories like that. I'm all fired up! I need to go to the play area and deal with the situation. I'm a Granny, you know.

Ugh, I know.


The day a Granny was born...