It's Grand Being a Grandma

Over dinner tonight, my son asked me, "Do you want to hear something a little sad, Mama?"

"What is it, honey?" I asked.

He held up his hand with his thumb and forefinger an inch or so apart. Then he said, "I love Grandma more than I love you, but only this much."

Then he flung his arms wide and added, "But I love you THIS much, so it's not that big a deal."

"Oh," I said, amused. "Well, that's OK, I guess. But why do you love Grandma more than you love me?"

"Because you talk on the phone all the time," he said.

Guess he's a little envious of my new Motorola V557.