Oh, and then there was the grandma and crazy bread incident. I was a bit older, and we had just returned home with pizza and crazy bread (which my grandma loved). She holds up a piece, and what does she say? The EXACT same thing as she did in the grocery store. I just smiled and shook my head then. I think I know now why my grandmother was always so happy.
LOL! I love crazy bread, too, and now I'll never look at it the same way!
I think you and I had the same grandma.