Apparently our kids have some pretty special names for things. Including grandparents. We have the grandma with the black fridge and the grandma with the white fridge to start. And then Calla has decided that my mom is "granny." She always says it with this goofy little joyous smile on her face. A term of endearment I guess. It cracks her up. It cracks me up. And it cracks my mom up. All of that is good.
So we're at grandma with the white fridge's house and Violet asks for some "granny crackers."
I think we have a new permanent term around our house.