Reflections, My Grandparents: Part II

My grandma had bad eyes. We all do. It's a family thing. After many years of seeing her lean way back while holding whatever she was reading far out in front of her, I finally asked her "Grandma, why don't you get new reading glasses?" Grandma quickly, in her terse way, told me "I don't need glasses, these are just fine." to which I replied "Then you need to grow longer arms." only to have her give me The Look and remind me that she still had a wooden spoon and she knew how to use it.

I learned something that day. Don't piss off grandma.