So last night I take my 80 yr old grandmother and her 85 yr old sister to the casino to meet up with my parents.
My parents, my great aunt and I ate dinner together ( my grandmother could not be bothered to take time away from gambling)
My octogenarian casino partners have a little habit of sneaking cookies out of the buffet and hiding them in their purse for later. Since babcia ( grandma) had not had dinner, she complained on the HOUR ride home she was hungry. Auntie dug through her purse and produced a napkin wrapped cookie for her.
Grandma: No, Helen. It is too dry. I can't eat that. I need milk or something.
Aunt Helen: Well, I am sorry Emma, my boobs are all flat, I guess I am out.
Later that trip:
Aunt Helen : Hey! Is that rain on the windshield, Heidi??
Grandma: well, it is not piss, Helen.
Yup, I am in the right family. Oh yeah.