
When my sister was 8 years old, her school phoned and asked my mother to come and pick her up.
My mother was concerned, and hurried to the school.
She talked to the teacher and found out what the problem was:
The class had been talking about grandparents. At some time during the discussion my sister said her grandmother had died, and started crying uncontrollably.
My mother took my sister and left.
On the drive home my mother said, ” Gramma isn’t dead, you know that.”
My sister responded, ” Gramma Janes is”.
Our other grandmother had died 10 years before my sister was born!
My sister could have been an actor.
note: crying in class never got me a dayoff; just a schoolyard beating for being such a cry baby.


