We were at a family wedding this weekend. My family.
With 16 cousins on one side and 14 on the other, we go to a LOT of weddings.
At any rate, I'm herding the younger two out to gather more food from the snack line at the reception. I'm leading them out, my grandmother (my kids' great-grandmother) is being wheeled in.
Now, keep in mind, my grandmother has been slipping in and out of reality for months. You never know what you'll get.
She sees my son, calls him over, and asks, "Are you the little boy I used to watch?"
Oh, Lord, thinks I. I have NO clue what she's talking about, or who she thinks my son is. Could be anyone over a 60-year span of time. So I whisper to my five-year-old guy, "Play along."
So he does, he nods, he smiles. Then he says:
"I thought you were dead!"
Oh God. Save me now.
Keep in mind, one of his great-grandmothers did die recently.
"Other great-grandma," I hiss. "Other great-grandma." And I shuttle them away. Thankfully, no one but me heard him.
Kids: You never know what will come out of their mouths. Be warned.