So much better than gangsters

She stopped me on the way to bed and, with a look of concern on her face, said, "I've lost track of who I am. It seems like there's a family here, and I think I used to be a part of it. I want to be a part of it." I said you are, you're the matriarch. A look of pure delight spread across her face. "I am?" she said. Yes. This is our house, and we're the grandparents. She hugged me and said, "Oh, that makes me so happy."

I went back to the computer to sign off for the night and she stopped by again to say, "Tell me again, we're the grandparents?" So I told her again. "Oh, grandparents ... that's so much better than ... gangsters." You thought we were gangsters? "Well," she said, "when things get all ... funny ... it looks like gangsters to me." No, we're not gangsters. Just grandparents. She went to bed happy.