Overheard: grandmothers defined

I put laundry away in one bedroom while Henry and Jane played with our seven-year-old neighbour, Jonah, in the next.

Jonah: What's that? Is it your guys's toy box?

Henry: No. It's full of blankets.

Jonah: You guys have lots of blankets.

Henry: Yeah. Our Grandma D. makes them.

Jonah: Two of my grandmas are dead.

Jane: Oh.

Jonah: But one is still alive!

Jane: Grandmas are nice. You'll see when they come. You don't have to be shy of them. They're not for shy.

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