A couple days ago I was putting together a little something for the women who will be attending our church's retreat next weekend. The Rock Star was assisting me.
G: Is Grandma going to be there?
Me: Yes. She's flying in on Friday and going to my retreat with me.
G: Are you going to be there?
G: Am I going to be there?
Me: No. You get to stay home with daddy.
G: (pause) So it's just a bunch of old ladies?
So now we've established that Garrett thinks his mother and his grandma are old ladies. Terrific.