Or…we all need someone who “has our back”.
This post was written with the help of my granddaughter who came to the aid of her other grandmother on a city bus. In fact this post was written almost entirely by her to go on my blog, as if I was writing it.
“My son’s wife’s mother and her granddaughter were going on a shopping spree. And boy does my son’s wife’s mother look young!. They were getting on the bus and when she paid, the bus driver said,”Why are you paying half?”
My son’s wife’s mother said, “I’m a senior.”
“No, you’re not” said the bus driver.
And her granddaughter looked that bus driver right in the eye and said,
“Yes she is, she’s my grandma!”
As they walked to their seats..everyone on the bus, that could hear what happened, laughed out loud…including the bus driver!
Thanks for your help Dear Granddaughter! Good job!
New York City stories never end — and this is one of my favorites!
Love this City and full of love for my granddaughters.
KAY’S NOTES:
Listening to my seven granddaughter’s stories about what’s going on in their lives is often a joy, often eye-opening and often a learning experience for me. We share stories and often make up stories to tell each other. Bet some of you do too. Right?
A note on the “my son’s wife’s mother” we liked the way it sounded.
Disclaimer: I try for correct info on my posts, but no guarantees people.
