One night this past week I almost became a grandmother. Funny thing is, my kid's not even 3. Here's how I found out.
He: My daughter.
Me: You have a daughter?
He: Yeah.
Me: What's her name?
He: Lelly.
Me: Lelly?
He: No, Lellypop.
Me: Lollipop?
He: No, mommy. Lellypop.
Me: Is she pretty?
He: No.
Me: Is she nice?
He: Yes she nice and she hold hands.
Me: Is her hair black?
He: No, green.
Me: How old is she?
Silence
Me: Is she older or younger?
He: Younger.
Me: Do you know what that means?
He: Boooooooo.
And that's all I know about my granddaughter.
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